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The Day Off

By: snapper31df



It was a warm summer day a few years ago, I had taken the day off work and had gone up to the West End just to wander around and see some of the sights. There is much of London that we locals don't see even though it's on our doorstep.

On the way back I was waiting on the platform at Tottenham Court Road when I noticed a couple of what I presumed were office girls waiting a few paces from me. They were both Asian, Japanese or Korean, I didn't know which at the time, and in their early twenties, with the typical youthful looks and physique of their race. As I glanced at them they giggled and whispered to each other.

The train arrived and there were three empty seats facing us. Being the old fashioned thpy that I am, I allowed the girls to enter the carriage first and they took the two outside seats leaving the one in the middle empty. I though it a bit strange at the time but I took the seat and picked up a copy of the free paper which was lying on the window ledge behind the seat.

As we progressed towards the suburbs the carriage emptied out until, a few stops before the end of the line, we were the only ones left. 

All the while the two girls had been carrying on a conversation across me and each time one or the other leant over I was afforded the opportunity to see some of their cleavage, sometimes one would lay a hand on my leg and then look at me, embarrassed, giggle, and apologize.

As the doors on the three of us, the on to my left reached up and put her hand on my cheek, pulled me towards her and kissed me.

I was a little taken aback and then the other did the same.

The first one said that they were cousins and after seeing me on the platform, decided that they wanted to get me to come back with them to their flat.

I told them that I couldn't think of anything better to do on my day off.

They took turns in kissing me while rubbing my rapidly increasing erection through my trousers until we arrived at the next station when they said it was time to get off.

We walked for a few minutes, me between them, until we got to their flat and went in.

It was upstairs and I followed a beautifully wiggling arse up the staircase to their lounge.

"Sit down on the couch, we'll only be a minute," I was told and they left me waiting

Soon they returned, both wearing only T shirts and they sat each side of me and proceeded to continue from where we had left off in the train. This time, however, the kissing was more intense and various fasteners on my clothing became undone. During this period their shirts came off as did my clothes and soon we were all naked.

They both got up and pulled me to my feet, hugging me and pressing their bodies against me, I could feel their hardened nipples pressing into my sides and their crotches rubbing against my legs. Their tongues were licking me and their hands were rubbing me towards an excited ejaculation.

Then one of them lay on the carpet, spread wide her legs and her cousin encouraged me down on to her.

She tasted exquisite.

As I licked her, her cousin took me in her mouth and I felt I was in heaven.

My tongue was obviously having an effect as the girl beneath me was bucking and moaning, pleading for me to keep on as she lifted her hips towards me, never to stop. She came in a shrieking orgasm and sagged to the floor.

Her cousin took this as a signal to reverse their roles and I was soon presented with another cunt to pleasure.

After a few minutes of ministrations I felt her pull at my shoulders and she cried "Come in me, come in me now."

I crawled over her and stroked her cunt with my desperately excited prick and she reached down and pulled me into her.

Her cousin then lay alongside us and kissed both her and me as we fucked.

She reached orgasm and her cunt pulsated and I felt as if my prick was in a milking machine. I could no longer stand the stimulation and I exploded in her having the most intense orgasm I could remember.

We all three lay for some time on the carpet recovering our energy until one of the girls got up and went to get dressed. 

I kissed the other girl and realized that it was time to go.

I dressed and by the time I was ready they were both standing by the lounge door. We went down the stairs and I kissed them both good bye.

I never learned their names and never saw them again but it was certainly a day off to remember.

The Day Off



Elizabeth had the day off. It was early summertime and she wanted to drink some wine and work on her tan. Since it was in the middle of the week, she knew she'd be alone, so she did not bother with her bikini. She grabbed her bottle and glass and went out to the pool in the backyard. She removed her robe and spread it on the chaise lounge. The feel of the warm breeze against her naked skin gave her goose bumps. It was such a liberating feeling to have the sun and the wind touching her naked body.

She lay on her stomach to give her white ass cheeks some color. Elizabeth wanted to get rid of those ugly tan lines and surprise her new lover Bill with an all-over tan. She drank the first glass of wine rather quickly and soon felt the warm buzz that a good Chardonnay offers. After a bit, she wanted to cool off, so she slipped in to the pool. The cold water made her nipples rock hard. Too bad she didn't have anyone to give them some attention right now. She sighed. Her delicate fingers caressed her breast and she tweaked her left nipple absentmindedly. Her pussy tingled as she played with her nipples, as if they were connected. She really wanted her lover right now.

Elizabeth lay on her back on the lounge chair and let the sun dry her skin. The warm rays made her thirsty and she quickly downed the second glass. She drifted off to sleep and did not notice the two young men who walked in to her back yard. They were the neighbor's boys who were home from college. They must have seen her sunning herself and wanted a better view. They could not tell she was asleep since she had sunglasses on, they just thought she was rather bold to not cover up when they walked thru the gate. They silently gawked at her lovely naked body.

After a few moments, Elizabeth was startled by her chair being bumped. She felt her thighs being pushed apart and a hot mouth was then buried into her moist cunt. She thought she was dreaming at first as the unknown tongue penetrated her pussy lips. The glare of the sun was such that she couldn't really see anything but a shadow of a body step across her chair right in front of her face. She was about to say something when suddenly a man's erect penis was pushed in to her open mouth. The shock of the situation suddenly turned to passion as her body instinctively reacted to the sex acts being performed on her.

Her hands grabbed the ass cheeks of the guy in her mouth and she guided him in and out of her wet mouth. He tasted sweaty and manly. The guy eating her pussy now had a couple of fingers stuffed in to her cunt as he lapped at her clit. She raised her hips up and ground her crotch in to his face. Elizabeth could feel her first orgasm building and did not want to miss it. She suddenly felt spasms of pleasure wash over her body as her wet pussy exploded with a gushing orgasm. 

She always had a great orgasm when she had a dick in her mouth, and she went back to sucking her unknown lover's dick with renewed energy. She pulled him out and licked the shaft from underneath, knowing that was a sensitive area for a man. She rubbed it on her face and teased it lightly with her teeth. As she was playing with this nice hard cock, she felt another one being buried in to her snatch. Her oral lover had lifted her thighs up and shoved his dick into her dripping cunt. She was in heaven. Being assaulted with two hard dicks was even better than she had ever imagined in her best sexual fantasies.

Both men rapidly pounded her mouth and pussy. She could feel their sweat dripping on to her skin and sense their body heat. She wrapped her legs around the one fucking her pussy and helped pull him in deep. They were grunting and moaning as they used her body as a fuck toy. She could taste pre-cum from the guy in her mouth and knew he was nearly ready to explode. He pulled out and shot a stream of cum in to her waiting mouth. It tasted soooo good. Another pulsing stream of cum splashed her face and dripped down her cheeks. And a final spurt hit her in the sunglasses giving her a fog of jism to look thru. She grabbed his dick and licked off the dripping remnants of man juice, not wanting to waste a drop. And as she did, she could feel the urgency building up in the guy who was fucking her pussy. She had another crushing orgasm as he pulled out and shot cum all over her belly. He grunted like an animal as he blew his cum on to her skin.

There was a sudden pause as both guys caught their breath. Then, realizing that they had just raped the neighbor lady, they scrambled for their clothes and ran out of the gate. Elizabeth was suddenly alone and could barely see anything thru the fog of cum on her sunglasses. She laid there for a moment not sure what to do or what just happened. If it had been just a dream, it was the most real one she ever had. She rubbed the cum in to her skin like sun tan lotion and licked off her fingers. Tasty. She calmly rinsed off in the pool and went back in to the house for a nap. She loved her days off.



The Day on the Subway



Note: All previous stories I have written are true accounts or fantasies of mine. So naturally, I wrote them in first person. I'm going to take a stab at writing in third person, so forgive me if it's a little shaky.

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Kaelyn always rode the subway to Washington Ave then took bus 2525 to the corner of 43rd street and caught the trolley to her dance lessons on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

'Same old, same old.' she thought to herself as she boarded the subway on Tuesday. 'Oooh, he's cute. Wonder where he's going' she thought.

She made her way through and stood next to him.

He turned to her and smiled.

'I'm gonna melt'

"Hi, I'm Kevin," he said.

"I'm Kaelyn," she said back.

"Do you know where I could find bus 2525?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, actually I ride 2525 to 43rd street," she said. 'I can't believe my luck!' she thought excitedly.

He smiled, "What a coincidence!"

They made their way through the subway and up to the street. She led the way and they found some decent seats on the bus.

"Where do you get off?" she asked Kevin.

"I'm not sure, my friend is supposed to get on and we'll get off together. He's showing me around, I'm a tourist today," he smiled again.

"San Francisco is the worst place to tour. It sucks more than suction cups," she said, putting a fake look of disgust of her face. He laughed and shrugged.

She got off the bus, leaving Kevin behind. 'I hope he finds his way downtown, it's the only place worth going. Maybe I'll see him later. Ha. I'll go downtown and see if I find him.' she sniggered to herself.

That night, she laid in bed thinking of the guy, Kevin. She reached under her bed and pulled out her dildo. 'Might as well, he's as cute as any.' She slipped her hand under her panties and slid them down and off. She slipped the dildo between her legs and moaned. She fumbled around and turned on the vibrator. She moaned again, imagining Kevin over her body. 

Minutes later, she took it out and cupped her hands under her cunt, letting juices seep into her hand. Then she pulled her panties on and fell asleep, clutching her dildo.

"Hi hon. Hey, you know your brother is in camp for the rest of this week. But your father and I have to go to Cairo. The shipment got messed up and we need to go over there to sort it out," he mom said to her cheerily the next morning.

"Ok. What happened?" she asked groggily.

"Oh, some of the ink cartons burst in the heat, the drivers forgot to turn the AC on I guess. Your father knows more about it than I do. Anyway, we're leaving this morning. Do you want some money? Take a break and go to a movie or something?" her mom said in a rush.

"Sure, how money you want me to rob? I can get it," she said, more awake now.

"Oh, grab $50," her mom said casually.

"Only 50? Make it 60 and I'll take it," Kaelyn said playfully.

Her mom laughed, "60, ok."

Kaelyn ran in to get the money from her mom's purse.

An hour later she saw her parents off at the airport and drove home slowly, looking around.

'What shall I do with 60? Go downtown. Yeah, go to the pool.' she thought to herself as she let herself in the house.

Kaelyn didn't do anything all day, she just moped around the house.

The next day she got up and went to the subway as usual. 'Hey, there's that guy Kevin! And I bet that's his friend right there next to him. He's not bad either.' she thought as she was crowded towards the subway doors. She made her way over to Kevin and waved. He smiled and waved back, then motioned for her to come over to him.

"This is my friend, Shea," he said to Kaelyn. 

She leaned across him and smiled, "Hi, I'm Kaelyn. Kevin and I met here on the subway, I showed him where 2525 was." 'Shut up Kaelyn, fucking motor mouth. He doesn't give a rats ass!'

Shea smiled, "Kevin is awful at remembering things."

Kaelyn smiled back. 'He has a better smile than Kevin.'

"Hey, we were going to go downtown tonight, wanna come?" Kevin asked her.

"Sure, do you wanna meet somewhere?" she said.

Shea said, "Why don't we meet here on the subway, you and Kevin seem to do that often."

Kaelyn said, "OK, what time?"

"When do you get out of those lessons?" Kevin asked.

"4:00"

"We'll be here."

'Oh yes! On the town with two extremely sexy guys! Life is too good to me.'

After her lessons she ran to the trolley and the bus wasn't fast enough to get the Washington Avenue. 

As she boarded the subway, she didn't see anyone. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and there they were, gorgeous as ever.

"Oh hi!" she said, "I didn't see you coming."

"You look sweaty," Shea said, noting her body.

"You're very naughty, you shouldn't look at my body that closely," she said, smiling.

Kevin laughed and said, "It's kind of hard not to look. Just get used to it, we're going to be together all night anyway."

"Besides, you look at us, I've seen you," Shea butted in.

Kaelyn smiled slyly and said, "I don't deny it. Hey, why don't you two come home with me so I can change, this isn't fit for downtown."

They agreed and followed her home. She left them in the living room and undressed in her room. While she was rooting around in her closet, she heard the door open.

"You know better than that, naughty things," she called out, knowing it was them. She didn't hear anything. But when she turned around, she nearly choked. Both guys were on her bed, nude.

"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked.

"Waiting for you to join us," Shea said calmly.

"Doesn't she have nice legs?" Kevin asked, as if talking about the weather.

"Oh yes," Shea said, "best I've seen in a while."

Kaelyn slinked to the bed and put and leg up to show them. Kevin ran a hand up and down, feeling it. "Mmmm, your legs are perfect."

She saw his cock and nodded approvingly. Then jumped on the bed with them. 

Shea said, "We were going to rape you, but we like you too much."

"Hey yeah thanks, you rape people often?" she said.

"No," Kevin said, truthfully, "but you turn us on we figured we might risk it. You're even better because you give in." He grabbed her around the middle and pulled her up. She let them have at it. They laid her out and opened her legs. Shea slid his fat dick in and she moaned. 'He's huge' is all she could think. Then she saw Kevin's dick and took it in. At first all she did was suck, then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. She took his ball in her hand and squeezed them. A minute later she felt them contract slightly and knew he was gonna cum. And cum he did. All down her throat, she swallowed it all. After Kevin took his dick out of her mouth, she orgasmed and her body shook uncontrollably.

"Grab her!" Shea said to Kevin.

Kevin reached and grabbed her hips and held her still. When Shea pulled out, he was limp. He had shot off inside her.'

The two guys fell beside her, one on each side. 

Suddenly Kevin asked, "Kaelyn do you have any stockings?"

Shea turned and looked over Kaelyn, still panting, and said, "What are you going to do with them?"

"Sh, let her answer and I'll show you both," Kevin said.

"Yes," she muttered, and pointed, "left drawer, second down, third box on the right."

Kevin got up and went through the drawer, pulled out a pair of stockings and came back.

He threw them on Kaelyn, "Put those on."

She did as instructed. He had moved over and placed himself between her legs.

"Ok, dancer, put your legs on my shoulders," he said. She did.

He placed the tip of his dick on the lips on her wet pussy and she said, "Fetishes, fetishes. Legs, stockings, positions, what next?"

He pushed his cock in and she moaned loudly. Then he said, "Oh I don't know, I was thinkin maybe I could get Shea over here and get up you ass. Her eyes widened.

"How the hell we gonna do that?" she asked.

"You lay back down on his stomach and he slips his cock in," Kevin answered, still pumping her cunt.

Shea crawled over and Kaelyn lifted her back as much she could. "I need my legs a sec Master," she said. Kevin looked at her and smiled. 'Not bas Kaelyn' she thought to herself, 'Master' She put her legs down and lifted the rest of her. Shea slid under. She put her legs back on Kevin's shoulders. Kevin reached down with one hand and took a tit. He massaged it and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Then she reached down and took Shea's dick and guided it to her ass. He pushed it in and she moaned louder. There she was, getting fucked both ways. Kevin grunted, he was gonna cum.

"Oooh master is rough on me!" she screamed out.

Kaelyn was one continuous moan as Kevin came and Shea pumped harder. She was gasping for breath when Kevin pulled out and Shea flipped her over. She got up on all fours automatically. Shea pumped even harder. 

She screamed out, "Fuck me master!!" 

Shea pumped harder and rougher. He reached under her and grabbed the tit Kevina didn't have and he began to rub it.

"Master is rough on me! Oh master!" she screamed out.

She orgasmed. Her knees almost gave out from the pleasure. Shea had started to cum up her ass. She tried to keep her body from bucking around, she wanted to keep Shea's cock in her ass as long as she could. Then she felt him pull out of her ass and she collapsed.

She woke up to see Kevin next her. 

"Where's Shea?" she asked. Kevin smiled. Then she felt it. Shea's cock was at her ass again, but it felt a little different. Shea licked up her ass crack and she shuddered. He pushed his head at her ass and she pushed back on it, engulfing a few inches. 

"Shit what is that?!" she moaned out. Whatever is was, it felt good.

"Shea put a stocking on his dick," Kevin said, still smiling.

"Well it's not fish net, that's for sure," Kaelyn cried out. Kaelyn was wearing the fish net stockings Kevin picked out.

Shea said, "Feel good? Get up and I can do this properly."

She got on all fours and felt his cock enter her ass again. 

"Master punishes his slaves something awful," she cried out as he started pumping his dick in her ass. He got his whole dick in and Kaelyn felt his balls slapping her cunt. 

"Can Master Kevin come and punish me too?" she reached down and slipped a couple fingers in her cunt and pulled them out and put them to his lips. He sucked on her fingers. Then he went under her and started sucking on her cunt. Then he grabbed both tits and rubbed them.

She moaned and cried, screamed and moaned, cried and screamed, all the while telling them how hey punished her bad.

Shea toppled from her ass after cumming and she collapsed after Kevin made her cum all over his face and kissed her making her taste her juices. 'Damn, that's the first time I kissed either one of them' she thought as she was being lifted by the both of them. They took her into the bathroom and turned on the shower. 

"Ok bitch, you're gonna blow us till we cum on your face," Kevin said. 

She got on her knees and sucked on Shea's cock then he pulled it out and came on her face. Kevin next. She put the familiar cock in her mouth and began to really suck on it. Then she ran her tongue up and down his fat cock. He yanked his out and came, getting it on her chest and face.

She stood up and Shea slipped his hands around her waist and held her close, facing him. 

"What now?" she asked. She was getting a little tired from this. 

"Sh, just..." Shea trailed off.

Kevin put his hands around her waist from behind and put his chin on her shoulder. He started kissing her neck and then Shea leaned in and they starting making out, exploring each other's mouth. Kevin continued kissing on her neck, then she got flipped and was now facing Kevin. She took his mouth eagerly and felt Shea massaging her ass and kissing her neck like Kevin had done. 'This is life, having guys treat you bad then have them kiss you tenderly'

Kevin broke off and Shea turned her around, picked her up, Kevin turned off the shower, and they went back to the bedroom. 

Shea laid her down and she fell asleep from exhaustion.

When she woke up, there was a guy on either side of her and she heard a car pull in the driveway. 

"SHIT!" she yelled and woke the guys up, "My parents are home."

They got dressed and was downstairs, pretending to have been there a long time.

"Hi Mom, Dad," Kealyn said as they saw the three of them in the kitchen, "This is Shea, and this is Kevin. I met them while at the pool and invited them over. We've been sitting here just talking mostly." she lied.



The Day Our Lives Started



The day our lives started, mine and my sister's and our mother's, was forty years ago because I (Brian) came home early. That day is still as fresh in my mind as the day it happened.

I was 21 and completing my junior year at The University. Finals were about to begin and two of my classes had cancelled. Rather than hang around the campus, I went home at a time when no one was expecting me. I lived with my thirty-nine year old widowed mother, Brenda, and my eighteen year old sister, BrayAnn (Bray). My father had died in the late Forties from complications of wounds suffered in the Pacific Theater of WWII.

Those two females were total foxes, instant arousal, especially in the bikinis which were just becoming popular in the early Sixties. Dark haired and tall, Mom at five feet nine inches, Bray an inch taller, with slender builds, nicely proportioned breasts, firm rounded butts, often they were taken for sisters.

Neither dated nor socialized with the opposite sex much although not for lack of opportunity. Males were constantly hitting on them but they were just not interested. However, they did not display any same sex interest either. Most of our activities were with the family, we three together. Going out to dinner, movies, plays, concerts, amusement parks, or to the lake, it was normally just the three of us.

I had little experience with girls. By nature, I am not an aggressive person but rather passive. Most of my limited sexual experience had occurred with the girl being the initiator. I had thought and dreamed however.

I have been in love, I mean romantic love, and lust, with my mother since I was a small boy. As I grew older the only change in my feeling was it become deeper and stronger. No girl my age, no female, ever attracted or excited me as did my mother. I just wasn't interested in anyone else.

I knew my love would never be physically complete but I didn't care. Just being with and around Mom, a hug, a kiss on the cheek, a touch on a shoulder, arm or knee, was enough. I tried to be a good son, to help as much as possible, to lighten any and all of burdens, including taking care of my almost four year younger baby sister. I wanted to make Mom's life as pleasant and hassle free as possible. I hid my feelings because I did not want to cause Mom any anguish or discomfort.

I took care of Bray beginning when she was a baby. I can remember struggling to change her wet and smelly diapers so Mom would not have to. Whatever Bray needed, fixing a scraped knee or elbow, help with school or homework, I was the available supporting big brother, a surrogate father.

She was really no problem. When she was six she was going on thirty; and she was/is one of the smartest people I have ever known. Until that day, however, that's all she was, my 'baby' sister. All my dreams and desires, my hopes and wishes, my sexual fantasies, my lusts, were of Mom.

After arriving home that fateful day and going down the hallway to my bedroom, I heard a noise, a moan or groan, from my sister's room. It sounded as if she was in pain. Thinking something was wrong I pushed the door open. Starting to ask, "Bray, what's...," the rest of the question, ..."the problem?," was completed only in my mind.

Bray lay nude. The sheet and bedcover were pushed to the foot of the bed. Knees spread in the air, heels against buttocks, feet flat on the bed, her open body was facing me as I stood frozen in the doorway. Her head was back with her chin pointed toward the ceiling. While her left hand was gripping, squeezing, massaging a breast, her right was rubbing between her splayed legs with two fingers curling, disappearing into her body. The uncovered breast was topped by an erect round nubbin.

It was far and away the most sexy, erotic, and sensual sight I had ever seen. Pictures in magazines, movies I had watched, could not compare to the sight before me. I stood mesmerized by the lovely body, burning the view into my mind. I knew I had to remember this forever, knew I would close my eyes and play the memory over and over. I was so hard it was painful.

Suddenly Bray stiffened and gasped, breathing hard, almost panting. It sounded like she said, "OH Bri Bri I'm coming I'm coming It's good It feels so good OH OH.," but her words ran together, rising at the end.

As she visibly relaxed, her legs slowly straightened, stretching toward me. Her eyes opened, dreamily, unfocused, then looked directly into mine. For an instant she lay unmoving. Then her eyes widened and a look of pure utter terror flashed across her face. She screamed and rolled into a fetal ball facing the wall beside the bed. Her whole body shook as she sobbed bitterly. My arousal disappeared as fast as it had risen.

I slowly approached the bed and sat on the edge. I tentatively placed a hand on her shoulder and hesitantly said, "Bray, please don't cry. Please. I'm sorry I walked in on you. Please forgive me. Don't cry." I was almost crying myself.

Sobbing, hiccupping, Bray said, "Bri, please don't hate me. Don't think bad about me. I didn't want you to hear me. I didn't want you to know. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. Please don't hate me."

"Hate you? For what? I don't understand?" I asked.

"For what I was doing. I... I know it's wrong. I shouldn't think it. I shouldn't do it. I won't do it again! I promise! Please forgive me!" BrayAnn's sobbing made it difficult to understand.

"For what? For... for... masturbating?," I couldn't use a crude word. This was my 'baby' sister although her body was to die for. It was a definitely grownup body. I couldn't see much now, rolled into a ball the way she was, but the curves from her shoulder to her waist to the swell of her hips, her rounded thighs drawn tightly to her chest and stomach, her calves tapering to her feet, were that of a totally and fully developed woman. She was no longer my BABY sister.

"I know I shouldn't feel about... shouldn't think about... it. But I was. I had such a feeling, so tingling, so itching, I, I had to do something. But, but I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise. But the more I thought about y... about having sex, and, wanting... wanting to, but... knowing I can't, knowing it's wrong, but, still, I still want... I, I just had to do something."

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed about. There's nothing wrong with it. Some may lie and deny they do it, but, probably, everyone does it. Including Mom."

That comment startled Bray and the sobs quit momentarily.

"Mom? Mom? Mom does? How do you know?" Bray asked with a sniffle.

"I've heard her." I said, thinking of the many times I had joined her, with her in her room, me in mine. Our bedrooms shared a wall. Many nights I lay in bed, a hand against the wall as if I was touching Mom, while the other raced up and down my dick in cadence with the faint sounds coming through the wall. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. And it's a whole lot better than taking a chance with some trashy boy who would brag about it, probably get you pregnant, then dump you."

A quiet little voice said, "I'm on the pill. It helps with my period. I don't know any BOY I want to have sex with. They are all so dumb and crude. I don't want to have anything to do with just any BOY." As BrayAnn spoke she straightened out a little, turning more onto her stomach and stretching her legs out, but she was still tense and stiff as a board.

I still had my hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently as I had since I sat down. As her sobbing and sniffling eased, I said "Are you o.k. now?" I did not know we had been talking at cross purposes, that I was misunderstanding every thing Bray said.

She sort of nodded her head, not saying anything.

Remorse at causing her pain washed through me. "Hey, listen. I love you. You didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't be embarrassed. I am the one who was wrong. I should not have barged in on you. And when I did, I, I, should have left immediately. I should NOT have stayed to watch you; but... you were so beautiful... laying there, just gorgeous, I, I, just couldn't leave. I was wrong, not you, but I just couldn't... I had to watch. I AM sorry. I AM the one in the wrong, and you should, you must, forgive ME. O.K." I was pleading.

Bray sighed, and as if making a decision, turned onto her back. Her whole front was exposed in all of its glory as I sat next to her. Her breast brushed my forearm and I almost jumped off the bed. 

Bray put her arm across my legs, holding me down as I tried to get up. With a very serious expression she looked directly into my eyes, her eyes switching, bouncing, from one of mine to the other. In the same still, soft voice Bray asked, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Oh God. Your Gorgeous. Your Lovely. Your Fantastic. And I got to get out of here! Your my SISTER!," I groaned hoarsely, trying again to get up. My arousal was back. I was rock hard and trembling. I wanted to feel those delightful breasts, stroke the satiny looking skin, explore that lovely body with my hands and mouth, get out of there while I had some control, before I did something I shouldn't.

She tightened her grip across my legs, keeping me from leaving. "Bri, I love you. Don't be upset. I can't forgive you; there is nothing to forgive. I'm glad you like to look at me. I want you to look at me. I've wanted you to for a long time." The sudden realization of what Bray had actually been saying hit me like a bolt of lightning. I was stunned! I had never considered her. I had never thought of her. Not in that way.

"Bray, I can't," I gasped. "I'm your BROTHER. We can't." I leaned back to grab the sheet at the foot of the bed, to draw it up and cover her nudity. As I did my face was right over the junction of her legs. Her pubic hair was sparse and fine, covering, shadowing, but not hiding her swollen lips. Her aroma was intoxicating. It flowed through my nostrils jolting my brain. I hesitated, still reaching for the sheet. I must have entered a trancelike state. I just had to taste the source of that delightful odor. I licked through the hair, across the top of her clitoris, down through the cleft of the lips.

Brays' body jerked as if hit by an electrical shock. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Please.," she whispered. "I've wondered how that would feel, if you would do it to me. It's wonderful. Do it some more. Please. Please, Bri."

I was lost. I buried my face between her legs. I engulfed her whole mound in my mouth. I ran my wriggling tongue over the lips. Her smell, her taste, was like an aphrodisiac. Never had I encountered anything so divine.

As I moved to get between her legs Bray grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. My feet were on the floor with my erection jammed against the edge of the bed. I kissed the inside of her thighs, the junction of her legs and body, nibbling and biting with my lips. I took a deep breath, inhaling the delightful scent. "I've only done this once" I said. "I don't really know what to do. Tell me what you like."

I started kissing, licking, frenching, those beautiful lips. Spreading them open with my fingers, I licked lightly up each side, tasting, savoring, from the small hole at the bottom to the clit in it's hood at the top. Breathing through both my mouth and nose, I stabbed my pointed tongue into that small hole while rubbing her clit with my nose.

Suddenly she arched, her whole body quivering, only her head and feet touching the bed. Her fingers were tangled painfully in my hair forcing my face into her mound. Suddenly she slumped, going limp, gasping for breath.

I crawled up the bed and lay beside her. Slipping my arms around her, I hugged her lightly. She grabbed me. She squirmed and burrowed until she had wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing as if she was trying to merge her entire body into mine, trying to make us one.

She moved her head back so she could look deep into my eyes. She softly pleaded "Fuck me! Please! I want to feel you in me. I know it's wrong; but I love you! I've wanted this for so long. Please! Just this once! I won't ask you again. But... I'm begging you, please, fuck me!"

As she said that, she moved so she could unfasten my pants, pushing them and my briefs down until she could hook her feet into them and push them over my ankles. Wrapping her legs back around me she began hunching with her crotch, rubbing my shaft with her wet pussy lips, trying to capture my steel hard dick with her pussy mouth, trying to bury me in her love tunnel.

I couldn't speak. With our eyes locked I rocked my hips back, then forward. The head slipped into the tightest, wettest, slickest, warmest place I had ever felt. I continued to rock several times, each time going a little deeper as her cuntal sheath expanded and lubricated my dick. Finally I was completely buried inside her.

Lying on our sides I was fully enveloped in warm velvet, pubic bone against pubic bone. We lay still for a moment, savoring the closeness, relishing the feeling of joining, basking in the completeness of our union.

Later, she told me she felt stuffed, full, as if her cuntal area had expanded until it was ninety percent of her body with all of her sensations focused on our fusion. Our lips came together and we kissed, gently at first, then with increasing heat and passion.

I rolled onto her without breaking contact with our lips or pubic area. As I nestled between her legs they rose, gripping me and pulling me slightly deeper. Her heels locked behind my ass cheeks forcing me even tighter, deeper into her.

The feeling of my dick inside her pussy was and is indescribable. I was on my elbows with my forearms along her ribs. My hands were curled and gripping her shoulders. Her arms were under my armpits clasping my back. She was holding me so tightly her arm and leg muscles felt like iron bands around me. Bray's mouth was mashed against mine so tightly it was deliciously painful.

I raised my hips, withdrawing slowly against the tightness of her grip until only the head was still in that wonderful sheath. Against my lips, Bray pleaded, "ung ugh. on't. on't ull ou."

I could feel my lips curving into a grin as I said back, "ah oun't." We both started giggling as eyes open and locked, I eased back into her. I don't know how long or how many times I slowly eased out and then back in. We were reveling in the feeling, the rubbing, the textures, the sensation of the movements, in and out, back and forth.

At the same time I was twisting my chest rubbing against Bray's breasts so the hard little nipples dug furrows in my chest. She was twisting and rubbing her clit against me. Gradually I began moving faster and faster, with Bray hunching up to meet me on my down-in strokes, relaxing, dropping on my up-out strokes until our pubic areas began loudly slap, slap, slapping as we drove into each other.

Suddenly Bray stiffened, went rigid. Her muscles tightening, squeezing, gripping me with her arms, her legs, her internal muscles, until I could hardly move. "OhBriOHBriI'mcomingI'mcoming!" she almost shrieked. I exploded. It was as if my dick burst. I jerked with each ejaculation as it shot out of me. She convulsed with each of my jerks.

Eons passed. Completed, drained, I collapsed on her, my full weight pressing on her. I was limp. I had no strength in my body. I was sucking air as if I had run a marathon. Nothing like this had ever happened to me.

Finally recuperating somewhat, I rolled onto my side but remained buried, although I could feel my dick softening. I gently stoked Bray's hair. I kissed her forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, then lightly on her lips. Not kisses of passion, but of fulfillment, of tenderness, of love.

Bray snuggled her head under my chin; her arms still tightly around me. "I'm glowing," she said. "If it were dark, I'd light up the room.

"Oh Bri. I always knew it would be wonderful. I've wanted this for so long. I've dreamed of this. I love you. I always have. I always will. It can't be wrong, not when I feel like this. It's heavenly. It's fabulous." She was almost babbling.

She was quiet for a moment. "I know you don't love me the way I love you; but that's o.k." I stirred, started to speak. She shook her head against my chest, "Don't say anything. Please. Just listen, listen to your baby sister.

"I love you, body and soul. I don't care that you are my brother. I don't care what you do. Find a girl. Get married. Have babies. I'll love her and the babies because their yours. I'll never cause you a problem. I won't be jealous. I'll be happy if your happy. I've had this. I wanted this. And it is the ultimate.

"If you ever want me again, just say so. Crook your finger and I'll come running. If you want me once a year, every ten years, I'll be ready. I'll share you if that's what you want. Have someone else, and me when you need a change, I don't care."

She took a deep breath. "If you never want to do this again, I'll understand. I'll accept it. After today, I'll never say anything. I'll never ask. I'll never bother you. But I'm here and I'll be available, when and if you ever want me. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. No commitment. No strings.

"Just, please... for a while... hold me. Cuddle me. Let me bask in my glow. Let me enjoy this feeling."

I slid my hand under her chin and lifted until we were looking into each others eyes. "Bray. I feel... about Mom... the way you say you feel. I have forever. I've never thought about you... this way. Your right, you have always JUST been my 'baby' sister. I have always loved you that way. I just never, ever thought of you in any other way. I'm sorry. I've been so dumb and blind.

"I have never really wanted anyone but Mom... but... now, after seeing you... as a person... a," I kissed her lightly after each word, "beautiful, lovely, smart, sexy, special, woman... how could I not want you and love you?

"We do have a problem, though. We have a BIIIG problem. I love Mom. I love you. AND, there is NO WAY, we can go back now. There is no way I can go on treating you as JUST my 'baby' sister.

"Do I want you again? I want to wear my dick out, pushing it in and out of you. I want to wear your pussy out. I want to do it so hard and fast I'll catch you on fire. But...

"What about Mom? From others we can hide. We can fake it. No one will ever know. But... Mom?"

"I don't know.," Bray sighed. "I never thought about Mom. She WILL know as soon as she looks at me. What will she think? Oh, Bri, what are we going to do?"

As she spoke she wiggled her ass. Still buried, soft and limp, my dick twitched and started to harden. "Oh my." Bray giggled. "What's that I feel. Is something waking up?"

We lay unmoving, savoring my hardening dick. Her eyes were rapidly switching back and forth between mine. She was beaming a face splitting grin as we shared the feeling of my member as it engorged within her. She knew I would never lie to her and that I meant every word I had uttered, but, this was her test. Did I want her? Would I take her? What would I do? She waited.

I rolled her on top of me while placing my hands on her breasts. I pushed a little until she rose to a sitting, kneeling position with me like a rock inside her. "You feel so good.," I whispered. Then a stray errant thought flickered through my mind. "I thought it was supposed to be painful the first time?"

Bray giggled. "It is. It does. But I wanted this to be perfect. No distractions if I ever got you in this position. So, I busted my cherry with a brush. I didn't want pain or anything to interfere. I didn't want you to hesitate. I didn't want to give you a chance to back out if you thought you were hurting me. You did stretch me though. I could feel it. I'm glad you went so slow and easy. It hurt a little, but it was a good hurt. I love you."

"Me too."

She began rocking back and forth, slowly, started raising and lowering on my shaft, rubbing her clit against my hair. I was pushing up as she went backwards or down, then relaxing. We didn't rush, get in a hurry or match the frantic pace of the first time. It was a slow gentle rocking as we enjoyed the movement at our joining. She was squeezing me with her muscles. I was flexing my dick.




The Day Our Lives Started - Activities



This is the third, and last, chapter of The Day Our Lives Started. It is primarily a series of short vignettes of some of our activities. I hope You like them.

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Shortly after the events previously described in 'The Day Our Lives Started', BrayAnn's Senior Prom occurred. I encouraged her to get a date and go with a classmate to share the experience and the parties with her school friends. She looked at me as if I had completely lost my mind. "You're my date. Why should I go with someone else and be miserable? I'd make him miserable. We'd make everyone around us miserable. Why should I spoil it for everyone?" I went.

We often went to the lake to enjoy a day of skiing and water sports with friends who had a boat. Before the first trip that Spring those two foxes modeled their identical skimpy suits. We had to stop on the way so I could buy some loose baggy swim trunks in order to hide my perpetual erection.

Bray was driving Mom's four-door sedan as we returned home from that first trip . I was in the front while Mom sat in the back. She had her chin on her hands on the top of our seat with her elbows hanging between Bray and me. Mom giggled and asked, "Is poor Little Feller still hard?" I wondered if our friends had noticed.

"God, yes. I've almost got a stone-ache."

"Let's see." Mom grasped my erect dick. "I think I can fix that." She crawled bare assed over the seat. Undoing my drawstring she pulled my suit off as Bray drove down the twisty curving road.

Mom pulled my ass to the front edge of the seat as she moistened my dick head with her mouth. Lubing it up, she straddled my legs facing me. Placing my dick against the mouth of her pussy she started wiggling, working it in her. As wet as she was it didn't take much squirming until I was surrounded by her tight cunt.

"Good. Marvelous. I'm so full." Sitting on my thighs and her calves, her knees against the seatback, she started bouncing up and down. Her breasts jiggled and flopped until I captured them with my hands.

The up and down motions were enhanced by the sway of the car as a grinning Bray drove the twists and curves of the road. It only took a couple of miles until I groaned, "I'm cumming."

My pumping set Mom off. She slumped against me for a moment then lifted off my still rock hard dick. As I popped out Mom grabbed her crotch and collected a handful of our combined juices. Sticking her hand in front of Bray's mouth she asked, "Want a taste?" Bray licked the hand clean while looking down the road.

"There!" Bray shouted and pulled off the road at a wide spot on a curve. Grabbing a towel from the rear seat, she handed it to Mom, yelling, "My turn." She jumped out of the car running around to jerk open my door.

As both of their suit bottoms tied on the side, a pull on the string ties left them bottomless. By the time Mom slid behind the steering wheel Bray had mounted my slick dick and was bouncing up and down just like Mom had done. Each rode me again before we got home.

Luckily the garage door had been left open so Mom drove right in. The neighbors did not get a chance to see two bare asses running across the lawn to the house while the laughing nude man chased them.

We tried to go to the lake at least once each month when the water was warm. Splashing, horsing around, playing grab-ass until tired, we then lie on our towels soaking up the suns rays and letting our anticipation of the ride home build until it almost consumed us. The physical pleasure of the sex accompanied by the adrenalin rush from them being bottomless and me nude driving home through traffic was a fantastic high.

I started to shave them because of the small amount of cloth in the bottoms of their suits. We discovered the shaving had an unexpected bonus. It made them even more sensitive. We had enjoyed our oral ministrations but this new sensitivity elevated their oral pleasures to a new plateau. Needless to say, I enjoyed both the shaving and the playing, however, shaving cream does not have a good taste!

On that first 4th of July after our return from the lake and going to bed, I went down first on Bray. Licking and wetting the cuntal mound until it was shining with my saliva, nibbling and biting the pussy lips with my lips and teeth, licking and running my tongue up and down the cleft between the lips, trying to drain the copious juices from her love tube into my mouth, sucking the engorged clit and rubbing it with my tongue, I brought her to a climax.

Keeping my unmoving mouth and tongue on her clit as she slowly descended from her high, I then moved to Mom who had been waiting patiently while stroking Bray's hair and playing with the nipples of her tits. I performed the same actions on Mom until she orgasmed.

I then went back to Bray repeating my original sequence of events. I alternated between them, over and over, for almost five hours. I stopped only when Bray went to sleep with Mom's nipple in her mouth and her head on Mom's chest.

My erection subsided as I pleasured my lovers and did not return until the next morning. I awoke to the sensation of two mouths and two pairs of lips playing with my hard dick while two hands fondled my balls and rubbed and pinched my nipples. The sensations did not quit until after I came twice, once in each mouth.

One night I was first in bed, Mom joined me, knee walking up to straddle my face with her pussy. I was busy licking and sucking and playing with Mom's breasts, with my erection standing tall, when Bray came in.

Bray promptly lubed my dick up with her saliva and sat down on it. Mom turned around to face Bray and I pulled her pussy back to my mouth. Kissing and playing with each other's breasts and clits, Mom rocked on my face while Bray rocked on my dick. I blew first which set Bray off, Mom quickly followed as if she did not want to be left behind.

I was last in showering and getting ready for bed another night. As I entered the bedroom, Mom was on top of Bray in a sixty-nine embrace. I sat on the edge of the bed watching my lovers pleasure each other.

Little Feller was patiently standing tall while waiting his turn. I began stroking Mom's ass cheek, then kissing, nibbling and licking the taut skin. I started lightly scraping my fingernail from the 'taint' up passed her anus, getting a shiver out of Mom each time.

She looked over her shoulder. "Stick Little Feller in. Fuck my pussy." She went back to her sucking and licking. Bray guided me home while licking my dick as it entered Mom. As I began moving in and out I reached for Mom's tits, massaging, rubbing, pinching and rolling her nipples. Bray returned to sucking Mom's clit. A rolling climax hit Mom with wave after wave of contractions flowing through her. The effect on my dick was exquisite.

Mom finally collapsed to the side saying "No more. No more." Then she reached for Bray saying, "Let's swap." I moved behind Bray and we three began again. Needless to say, we often repeat this scenario.

We were in the Mall for some reason. Mom was not with us. We observed a girl with two guys. From the way they were acting, touching, being together, we knew they shared something special, something similar to we three. "You know", I mused, nodding toward them. "You have only been with me. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with someone else?"

"Well, not really," came the response. "Not in the way you mean. Maybe in a sort of 'what if' mental exercise, a what if I didn't have you and Mom; but then I think of Little Feller." She blatantly rubbed my crotch as we walked through the crowd. "I know that nothing can compare with what I have with you and Mom."

We are mostly sans clothing while in the house. I do most of the yard and outside work. They do most of the housework as I am too easily distracted. I love to watch them. The sway and the movement of their breasts, the play of muscles rippling the skin as they move, walk, bend, and stretch performing their daily routines is endlessly fascinating to me.

They put an apron on while cooking to protect tender skin and sensitive parts from stove splatter. Each of them, when retrieving items from the lower areas in cabinets or the bottom shelves in the refrigerator will bend over from the waist with their knees locked and their feet spread. This gives me an opportunity to sneak up behind them and put an unexpected tongue to an exposed pussy. They usually freeze in shock and surprise enabling me to take my time and do it right. I've wondered if they do this on purpose? 

I read a story about an interesting way of eating fruit. Friday afternoon on the way home from work, I stopped and bought fresh strawberries, cherries, grapes and bananas, a can of chunk pineapple, a couple of aerosol containers of whipped cream and some liquid chocolate. When we woke Saturday morning, I told them to stay in bed, that I would fix breakfast. I went to get my ingredients.

Bray and I stuffed Mom first, spraying that cold whipped cream on her pussy and tits, and proceeded to dine. Mom was very good at expelling the items one at a time. Then Mom and I did Bray. I have never had a better meal. My favorite became the banana. I could take a small bite and push the rest back in, fucking them with it as I ate. I was stuffed when I quit eating!

We do not watch much TV. The inaneness of most programs, especially the so called situation comedies is a definite turn-off, but there are a few dramas, news magazines and specials we do like. We soon developed an every other night routine while ensconced before the boob tube.

One night I will sit in my recliner with Bray on my lap leaning back against my chest with me in her. This allows both my hands free rein to fondle and caress the entire front of her body. I can lightly scrape my fingernails up and down the inside of her thighs sending tingles, as she calls them, to her pussy. I can idlely rub her occupied cuntal mound with fingers of one hand and tap the exposed clit with a finger of the other. Each tap will cause a contraction deep within her which feels fantastic to my buried dick. I can caress and fondle both tits at the same time. I play and play.

The next night Mom sits impaled in my lap with her legs over the arm of the chair. Her side rests against my chest. I can barely reach to pinch and roll her left nipple with my left hand. My right arm lies along her thigh. I can rub her clit or lift my hand to play with the unoccupied breast.

We rarely climax during these times. They play with my dick with their pussy muscles, squeezing, rippling, milking, while I'm flexing my dick. We do not try to get each other off. We basically just enjoy the intimacy, the closeness, the joining. It is part of our foreplay before retiring to the bedroom and the games we play before going to sleep.

I have read that for most couples the sex acts dwindle down to weekly or possibly two to three occurrences per month after being married for a while. I consider myself wed to my lovers; a ceremony could not make my commitment to my partners any stronger, deeper or more meaningful.

We have never lost our hunger for each other. Although we are often spontaneous, where a look or a touch during the day will either call Little Feller to attention or will activate a tongue, there have been few nights over the years, other than illness or their monthlies, when I did not make love to, have sex with, fuck, both of them when we went to bed for the night.

Women are supposed to be multi-orgasmic while men are not. Well, I suppose I'm an exception to the rule. When we're together and I finish with one, I'm not done. I usually do not loose my erection. I must then have the other to be satisfied. My lovers, my wives, my mom and my sister say they feel the same. Their satisfaction is not complete until the other is also.

A position I love is for them to lay one on top of the other. As they kiss their breasts are mashed together and their mounds rub. I mount from the rear, entering the lower pussy for a few strokes, pulling out and entering the top one for a few.

I can reach between them, taking a set of the joined tits in each hand, squeezing, caressing and fingering the nipples.

I alternate stroking into the two wonderful receptacles until I blow my wad in one. I never know in which I will deposit first until it happens. I do not stop. I continue my stroking and alternating until I come for the second time. It is invariably in the unfilled hole. I do not consciously try to do this, my body does it for me. It is heaven. I have both my lovers at the same time.

I normally lay on my back in bed with an arm around each of them. Their heads rest on my shoulders with their entwined hands resting over my heart. Bray is snuggled on my left side with her breasts against my chest. Her left leg drapes over mine with her sex pressed and rubbing gently against my thigh.

Mom is in the exact same posture on my right. They say this gentle rubbing prolongs their orgasmic high, keeps them floating on a cloud. It is our usual cuddling and sleeping position.

As we lay one night, satiated, I had just made love to both. Not fucked, although at times we did just that, fuck for fuckings sake, but mostly we made love. Glorious, uplifting, soul soaring LOVE. I worship at their portals. Bray asked, "Mom? What is your favorite position?"

Silence for awhile, "I'm not sure I have one. I've enjoyed everything we have ever done. I also like to try something different occasionally."

"If you could do it only one way, forever, what would you choose?"

"Well, I guess it would be the Missionary. I can lay and watch Bri's face, watch the expressions he has and read his feelings, see the love in his eyes. You?"

"I think, Bri sitting in a chair. I can rub my whole front against him, or just my tits, or just my pussy. I like to watch him too. Bri?"

"You two on top. For basically the same reasons, watching you, feeling you, letting you control the tempo, slow and gentle or hard and fast. Also, that way I can have you both at the same time, one on Little Feller and the other on my face."

On another night I mused, "You know? The only arguments, plural, arguments, I can ever remember us having?" I paused. No response... torture. They knew I wanted to say something and knew I would. They knew I couldn't keep my shut, but they were not going to encourage me. I finally repeated, "The only arguments we ever have, YOU TWO ever have... is... the other... is... to-fuck-me-first!"

I rolled into a ball as they began beating and punching me. "Oh, You."

"You pervert!"

"You louse!"

"You devil!" Laughing, I armed them up. I hugged and kissed each lightly. "I love you two." We sighed. Cuddling back into position we sank into sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed the story of my life. Please let me know if, and, what you liked or did not like. 



The Day Our Lives Started - Complet



This is the continuation of 'The Day Our Lives Started'.

I awoke first this morning with only my 'baby' sister in bed with me. It has been this way for a week and will be this way for the rest of my life. 

If this surprises you, please read my memories entitled 'The Day Our Lives Started' which I wrote last night at the request of my sister Bray, short for BrayAnn, I'm Brian. The story concluded with our burial of our Mom. One week ago, with absolutely no warning, while standing at the stove fixing breakfast Mom suffered a heart attack. She was dead before she slipped to the floor.

In recounting The Day I stopped at the point where we convinced our mother who discovered us in Bray's bed, nude and asleep after making love for the first time, to join us. Bray has demanded I continue the story of the beginnings of our lives, to show and tell the love the three of us shared.

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After Mom's suggestion of moving to her bedroom and bed, we started for the doorway of Bray's room to cross the hall. Bray and I were nude while Mom was in her bra and panties. We were hugging and laughing as we tried to go through the doorway without turning each other loose. Feet tangling, bumping into the jams, the three of us finally stumbled to Mom's bed and tumbled on it. BrayAnn was on one side of Mom, I was on her left as Mom lay on her back. Mom's laughter died. I felt her tense, knowing she was having second, third, fourth thoughts. Bray realized it also. "We love you, Mom." she said softly, kissing her cheek. I echoed Bray's comment and action.

Mom lay still with an arm around each of us. "We shouldn't be doing this. Let's just forget it. It's o.k. for you two, but I... I want you to go ahead, but, I... I just can't." Looking at Bray, "Go back to your room. Leave me alone. I just want to relax and take a nap."

Bray sat up. Her calves were outside of and against her thighs, heels against her buttocks. Her knees were spread with her delightful pussy looking right at Mom and me. She giggled a little girl giggle and said "You're CHICKEN! YOU'RE AFRAID OF WHAT WE WILL DO TO YOU."

Still giggling, Bray unclasped the front catch on Mom's bra baring the breasts. Leaning down she took a nipple into her mouth. I could see her cheeks hollowing and filling as she licked and sucked.

Mom moaned and closed her eyes. Placing her hands on Bray head she pulled it tightly against her. I gave the other nipple a suck and lick, pecked Mom on her lips and moved to the foot of the bed. I slid my hands over her hips and hooked my fingers under the top of her panties. I tugged downward. Mom hesitated, then raised her hips as I slowly slid them off her gorgeous ass and exposed her pubic hair. I continued pulling the panties down her shapely legs and over her dainty feet. I gently pushed Mom's legs apart opening her sex to me. I leaned forward, blowing gently on the fine silky curly hair while spreading the lips with my thumbs. Mom shuddered as I blew. I giggled as Bray had done. They both looked down at me. I said, "Mom's pussy is pretty, just like your's."

Laughing, hugging each other, they began passionately kissing as I buried my face. I licked and sucked the moisture Mom was generating. I lifted my head. "Delicious! If this juice is fattening, I'm going to weigh 300 pounds."

I dove right back in. I sucked on her hole. I licked between her lips. I licked her clit with my tongue. Suck, lick, flick, Mom's hips began hunching. The more I sucked and licked and flicked the stronger the hunching became. Bray went back to sucking on and playing with Mom's tits.

Mom said hoarsely, "I'm almost there. Suck my clit." Her wish was my command.

I wrapped my lips around Mom's clit, biting it with my lips while trying to suck it off her body and rubbing it with my tongue. Bite and suck, bite and suck, lick, lick, lick. She exploded, going completely rigid. Her body arched off the bed. She started convulsing. She jerked and flopped like a fish out of water.

With a moan she went limp. Her head lolled to the side, mouth agape, chest heaving. Bray stared at me with a stricken look. "What happened?"

Mom just lay there, limber, limp. If not for the audible labored breathing I would have assumed she died. Then I thought, "My God. A heart attack!" Bray and I were on the verge of panic when Mom's eyelids fluttered open with a dazed expression.

Bray said wonderingly, "She fainted. She came so hard, she fainted." We laughed in relief, hugging each other and Mom.

"Wus uh matt'r?" Mom slurred. Then in a slightly stronger voice, "I'm still shaking inside, my cunt's... I'm... I'm spasming. I've never done this before. I've never felt like this. Oh, you sweethearts. What did you do to me. I love you."

She closed her eyes and went to sleep. She lay there and went to sleep! With us sitting beside her! Bray and I looked at one another, shocked and dumbfounded. Then laughing quietly, we eased off the bed and put our arms around each other. For a moment we stood looking at Mom as she lay there, so beautiful, so peaceful. "I'm hungry."

Bray giggled, elbowing me in the ribs, "MEN. Let's go to the kitchen."

An hour later Bray and I were still sitting at the table, holding hands, knees touching. Talking, just talking, enjoying being together, being in the same room.

Last night we had done the same thing, sans holding hands. We had sat at the same table, in the same chairs. We had talked, about Bray's school, college, plans for the weekend. But tonight was different. Our subject matter hadn't changed. We talked about the same things, but there was a different atmosphere, a loving awareness, a sharing of our souls. I had loved my sister, but only as my 'baby' sister. My love now was for a soulmate, deeper, stronger, more aware, more fulfilling, more complete.

"Well," came a voice from the kitchen doorway. "I guess things have REALLY changed!" Mom stood there in her robe with love shining out of her eyes. "Is THAT going to be the common mode of dress from now on?"

Bray and I were still nude. We hadn't bothered to dress just to fix some quick sandwiches to satisfy our food hunger. My other hunger continued unabated.

"Why not?", I said. "I love to watch the sway of mammae and the flex of gluteus maximus."

"Yeah", Mom said dryly. "You just want to look at tits and asses...and pussies!" She untied her sash and shrugged her shoulders letting the robe drop to the floor. She stood there in her naked glory for a moment. She grinned, turned, looked back over her shoulder, then faced us putting her fists on her hips. As she spread her legs she said, "Enjoy! ... God I love you two."

"But only half as much as us", Bray countered.

"Half as much?"

"Uh hunh. There are two of us."

With laughter, we three hugged.

An aside. If I seem to overplay the hugging and giggling routines, I do not. We just could not get enough of touching each other, of feeling each other, of having skin against skin contact. It was almost as if we were dreaming and knew if we separated the dream would be over. The giggles were partially a relief reaction. As we experienced the fulfillment of our wishes, dreams and desires we were discarding the fear of rejection.

As we stood in the kitchen holding each other I couldn't help it. I started to rise again. It was immediately noticeable to my huggees as it traveled between their hips. They felt it rubbing, lifting, until it was pointing toward the ceiling. Reaching for it at the same time, they giggled. I sighed as they stroked and fondled me as if they were measuring my penis and weighing my testicles with their hands.

Bray looked at Mom. "You haven't had this little feller yet." That became its name. Thereafter, a frequent question was "Is little feller ready yet?", and it almost always was. Bray grinned. "He's been in one of his homes today. It's time he found his other one."

Mom hesitated. "I don't know."

With a glare Bray grabbed our hands and marched down the hall dragging us back into the bedroom. She spun Mom around pushing her back onto the bed. Spreading Mom's legs Bray was licking her pussy before Mom could react. Mom made a half-hearted attempt to stop Bray. "You don't need to do that." 

Bray looked up grinning, juices were smeared on her face. Mom was wet. "I WANT TO! And Bri was right. You ARE delicious. You taste like me, only a little different", going back to tonguing, licking and sucking.

She cut her eyes at me, I could see them crinkle as her cheeks dimpled in a smile when I said, "You're getting it from the source, not second hand. You're both delicious."

Bray reached and grabbed me by my dick. "She's ready. Cum here", with a giggle at the play on words. As I crawled over my mother, Bray placed the head of my dick into Mom's love hole while patting me on my ass. I slowly lowered my whole body. Our mouths joined, my tongue going into Mom's mouth as my dick went into the place I had come from over twenty years before. The place above all others save one, or maybe three if mouths are counted, where I knew I belonged.

She wasn't quite as tight as BrayAnn. The feel of her cuntal sheath enveloping me, the texture, was subtlely different. Not better, not worse, just a slight difference. I knew I would always be able to tell them apart, but God, I could not, would not, pray I never have to, choose between them.

Mom and I began moving slowly. Me, in and out, in 'til our pubic mounds ground and rubbed together, out to where my head was barely confined; Mom, hunching up and down, up with her stomach muscles rippling against mine as I went in, down, then relaxing as I eased out.

I was in heaven, pure bliss. I was floating. If we hadn't been anchored, top and bottom, mouth and crotch, I would have drifted up to the ceiling as a balloon. I thought my experience with Bray, just a short time ago, had been the pentacle of sexual fulfillment, would never be surpassed. This was equaling it.

I was in... on... with... my mother, feeling her body against mine from our lips to our toes. I gloried in the fulfillment of my years of desires, of dreams, of hopes, of fantasies, of wishes. Reality was wonderful. If this was better than BrayAnn, a very large IF, it was because of the years of pent up unrequited longing.

I raised my head, not stopping my slow languid movements. Looking at Mom, "However much I want you", I gave her a peck on the lips. I turned my head looking at Bray laying beside us. With one hand under Mom's head she was rubbing gently on my back with the other. As I repeated, "However much I want you", she gave me a swift kiss. "With the two of you, my life is now complete. Maybe I'm selfish, wanting you both, but, God, how can I be so lucky."

Their eyes brightened with tears, shining with love and happiness. Together they said "WE... love... you". Trapping my face between theirs, they began kissing, licking, nibbling my cheeks, my ears, the corners of my mouth. We three shared a kiss.

Never changing our slow rhythmical movements, we continued our gentle rocking back and forth. Our minds filled with the physical sensations of the sliding and rubbing together of our bodies, sharing the feeling of our love making. Over and over again, like waves rolling onto a beach, we rocked.

Suddenly I came. I started spurting into the passage through which I emerged into this world. It wasn't mind blowing, but a gentle, loving, giving, fulfilling release. As Mom felt me spray inside her, she says she can always feel every spurt, she orgasmed.

Jerking, squeezing, holding me tightly, we shared our love; and it was shared with Bray as our feelings traveled from our bodies through her arms into her soul. She shared our orgasm from watching, from feeling, from touching.

I lay still, on my mother, my head resting on the pillow beside hers. I was buried in her but softening rapidly. Bray shifted and moved against us. Her face against mine as mine was against Mom's. Our shoulders, chests and breasts, hips and thighs were touching. Her top leg slide over Mom's to lay along the junction of Mom's and mine. Our bodies merged, melted together. We three were one. No words were spoken. None were needed. We were in a soft cocoon of feeling, of contentment, of love, of peace.

Mom never hesitated again. She was often the instigator of our sexual escapades. After that day, the only times Bray or I went back into "our" rooms was for clothing, or when friends or other family members came for extended or over-night visits. Such visits were torture.

Bray and I arrived home at the same time the next day. She was opening the door as I pulled into the driveway. "Hurry" she yelled, waving at me to come on as she darted inside. I ran into the house but didn't see her. Her bedroom door was open and as I walked toward it she stepped out stark naked.

"Come on.", she demanded, jerking at my shirt, poping buttons as she tried to get it off. In seconds we were lying on her bed. Her pussy inhaled 'little feller'. We were pounding into each other as if we were in a race and had only seconds to finish our fucking.

We were too hot, too ready, going at it too fast to last long. Bray grunted "Good Good Good" each time my thrusts bottomed out and struck her clit. It probably didn't take a dozen stokes until she had her orgasm, squealing shrilly and grabbing me in a death grip.

Her climax triggered mine. I ejaculated over and over. I just wouldn't quite cumming. Bray said breathlessly, "It... just... gets... better... and... better." She took several deep breaths. "I have been creaming all day... thinking about us. I stuffed paper towels in my panties I was so wet. Then, when I walked, I could feel them, and it got worse."

I told her "I know. I've been like a yo yo all day. I'd think about yesterday and get hard. As soon as it went down I'd remember how you and Mom felt and looked, and, damn, instant hard again. Boing. Boing"

I kissed her for the first time. We had been animals, no foreplay, no terms of endearment, just consumed with an overwhelming need. She broke the kiss and slid out from under me. My softened dick coming out of her with an audible pop. She went to my nipples, nibbling with her lips and sucking. I didn't know they were so sensitive. She drug her open wet mouth and tongue down my stomach. She took my sticky limp dick in her hand and sat up.

Grinning impishly, "I didn't get to really look at it yesterday." Frowning in concentration, she studied it as if trying to choose which vegetables to buy at a market.

With her holding, lifting, squeezing, turning and massaging the foreskin up and down, it started to harden. She leaned and took it into her mouth, licking and sucking our juices off of it. As I reached full size, she removed her mouth and started licking up and down and around, cleaning it and leaving it shiny with her saliva.

"Tastes good. I hope you like this. I do." She took it back into her mouth, licking her tongue around the head and applying a mild suction. She began bobbing her head, fucking me with her mouth.

"You better quit. I'll come again." I warned.

Raising her head but with her attention focused on my dick, she said "I want you to. I want to do everything to you." She engulfed me. The feel of her velvety smooth mouth brought another eruption.

She swallowed, sucked, swallowed, until my production ceased. She sat up, looked at me grinning, running her tongue around the inside her mouth, licking her lips, "You like that? I did. I want to do it again."

I nodded as I reached and pulled her to me. "My turn." I kissed all over her face, on her neck, giving little love bits. I licked and kissed her collarbones, sucked the indention where they meet. I trailed moist wet kisses across her chest down to the beginning swell of her breasts. I circled each breast, tonguing and licking, but bypassing and ignoring the aureole and crowning nipples.

I moved my head from side to side as I trailed spit and moisture downward and across her stomach to her cute little belly button. I alternated stabbing it with my tongue then sucking. I started drifting downward again, sucking and licking the silky flesh until my chin brushed her pubic hair.

She grabbed me by my head and tried to lift me up. "Don't. I'm yucky and nasty down there." she said.

I looked at her beautiful cunt. A mixture of my cum and her juices were slowly oozing out of her. The hair was matted, glistening and coated with the fluid we had mixed with our rutting. I gave her a swipe with my tongue from her 'taint', as low as I could reach, up her lips through her cleft and to the fringes of her hair. "If you can, I will."

I reached to take the nipples I had bypassed on my downward path. Squeezing, rolling, rubbing them as I massaged her breasts, I began cleaning her. Licking and sucking, biting and gently pulling on her hair, I paid homage to Bray's womanhood until she came with a soft sigh.

I rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand. "We've only been home for 20 minutes. I thought it was hours. Mom will be here in an hour and a half." We sobered. I slapped Bray on the ass, "Let's take a shower. I'll wash your back", I paused, "and front, and top, and bottom." We giggled, showered and played and dressed.

I was more than a little apprehensive while waiting for Mom to arrive. The last twenty minutes took an hour to elapse. She had been upbeat when she left that morning, giving each of us a deep passionate kiss with a full body hug.

I worried, though, about her reaction after being exposed to her work environment and to other people all day. She would have an opportunity to think of what we three had done the day before, to ponder on the ramifications of our actions. Families do not do what we had done.

Bray and I were sitting on the couch facing the door. We were gripping hands and holding our breaths as Mom walked in.

She had an ear-to-ear grin and was unbuttoning her blouse as the door opened. "Why are you dressed?" she asked while continuing to strip. "I'm so horny! I didn't get anything done. I've been dreaming of you two all day."

Laughing, Bray and I raced to see who could get our clothes off first. I eased into Mom as we lay on the carpet in the living room. We were too anxious, too ready, unwilling to wait until we could get to a bed. As 'little feller' sank to the hilt Mom sighed. "I've been itching there all day. Scratch me. Scratch my itch good." I complied.

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The Day Our Lives Started



Finally I felt my come rising and grabbed her, hugging tightly. As I spurted Bray came, shuddering, her muscles gripping my shaft, squeezing like a fist. We lay quietly as she stretched out on top of me. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach, thigh to thigh, our faces touching as we breathed each others breath. Finally she eased off to the side. We kissed gently, lovingly. Holding one another we slipped into sleep.

I slowly regained consciousness, feeling and loving the feel of the body next to mine. I gradually became aware of another presence. We were not alone.

I turned my head and looked into a set of beautiful loving eyes above a faint smile. "Mom?" She pressed a finger against my lips. As I spoke Bray stirred, then stiffened as she looked at our mother sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mom leaned down and lightly kissed Bray, then me. "I love you two.," she said. "I wondered when this would happen."

"Your not mad?," Bray asked. "Your not upset?"

"No," was the reply. "I knew it would happen one day. I've watched you watching your brother. I've seen the desire in your eyes, even if he didn't know it. I knew you wanted him. I knew he would never hurt you. Watching you sleep, holding each other, anyone could see the love you share. You were so beautiful." Her eyes brightened as tears began to form.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Yes there is. Now tell me." I demanded.

"I, I just wish I had what you two have. Someone to feel about me the way you two feel about each other. Someone to hold me that way, to love me and make me feel loved. To share the joy I know you do." A small sob escaped her as she said this.

I looked at Bray. She looked at me. She nodded. "I told you I would share." 

Looking at our mother she continued, "There is someone who feels that way. He feels about you the way I feel about Bri. He wants you the way I want Bri. I think you feel the same way too, but won't admit it. You could make his life complete, if you want to, and I think you do."

"Who! What! Who are you talking about? What do you mean?" Mom asked.

As realization dawned on me, my dick started to rise.

My 'baby' sister, showing she the smartest, most intelligent one in our family, said, "You know who. Brian. He loves you. He wants you. He worships the ground you walk on. Will you deny him what he wants? What you want?"

"But... But... What about you? What about us? I'm his MOTHER, for gods sake. I can't... I couldn't."

"You can. You could. We can. I love Bri. He loves me. I love you. You love me. Bri loves you. You love him. We all love each other. Why can't we all share! Please, Mom! Bri wants to love you. I've never done it with a girl, ha, before today, I'd never done anything. But, I would like to do it with you, especially, if we can all do it together! Mom! Please! We love you."

Mom started crying, not the harsh bitter sobs that racked BrayAnn when she realized I was watching her, but sobs of relief, of joy, of acceptance. She moved, laying on the bed beside me. She put an arm around us, laughing, crying, hugging. Bray stretched an arm around her. I had an arm around each of them. As we hugged, we were all crying and said almost in unison, "I love you two!"

I shifted, kissing Mom lightly, then with passion as she returned my kiss. Her tongue darted in to my mouth. I met it as it entered, started sucking on it, trying to rip it out by the root. I began unbuttoning Mom's blouse as Brayann started undoing her skirt. Mom grabbed my wrists, looking deep into my eyes. "Baby, we can't," she said.

I said, "I love you. I want you. We can if you want to."

She sighed and closed her eyes, "God knows I want to." She started to lay back. As she did her back was off the bed and she almost fell to the floor. "Whoops!" she hollered as I grabbed her. All three of us started giggling.

Making her decision, Mom swiveled off the bed and stood tall and proud. Looking down at us she smiled, a bright, beautiful smile. A smile of acceptance, of loving, of wanting, of giving, of sharing. "If we're going to do this, let's move to my bed. It's bigger and we'll have more room."

As she spoke she was pulling her blouse the rest of the way off while her skirt pooled around her feet. Standing there with her hands reaching for us, clad only in a lacy brassiere and filmy panties, it was the second most wonderful sight I had ever seen; the first, according to Bray later. Laughing, hugging, struggling to get through the door without letting go of each other, we three stumbled to her bed.

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BrayAnn just came into the living room, stopping before me with such a forlorn look. She is still beautiful, sexy, sensual, and, though almost sixty years old, excites me as much as ever. I reach my arms up to her. She settles into my lap the way Mom always did. Slipping her arms around me, she nestles her head against my neck. "I can't believe she's gone." 

"I know. I was just sitting here... remembering... that first time... when I walked in on you... when our lives actually started. We have had forty good, wonderful years. I shudder to think how empty my life would have been without the two of you in it." I kissed the top of her head. "I hope we have forty more. I love you baby sister," I whispered.

We buried Mom, today.

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The Day Our Planets Aligned



When Pam and I married we were both virgins in the sense that we had never had sex with anyone else. We met in our late teens and married when we were 21. When we finished having children we were still relatively young. Pam is an attractive blonde, petite, smallish breasts (but nice, with perfect nipples), lovely legs, flat tummy and small butt. I remember a workmate once told me that he would love to fuck her so I very early accepted the fact that she had wider sex appeal.

Our sex was, and still is, very satisfying. I am a good match physically with the possible exception of cock size. I have a six inch cock in both length and girth which is not small, but I always felt slightly wanting in this area when we fucked. 

If anything, I lean towards being oversexed and this explains a lot of things in respect to our relationship. The fact that we were 'virgins' (as defined) also contributed to our sexual state.

For example, from a very early stage in our relationship I was keen for her to take another man and I openly encouraged her to do so. She had similar desires, but being a very reserved person she was never likely to be the initiator. Yes, she fantasised. Sometimes with her boss. Sometimes with a black man because of their legendary big cocks. She also had erotic dreams from time to time and would tell me how realistic and beautiful they were.

Importantly she always maintained that if she ever got the opportunity, I would not be allowed to watch because she would likely, in her state of sexual excitement, do things to him 

I might not approve. For example, suck his cock. I hadn't ever said that I would object to this but she felt that I might and end up spoiling her pleasure by attempting to stop it. We had always imagined the act being performed in our bedroom with me outside a closed door.

My main fantasy was always one of her being fucked by someone with a bigger cock than mine. We both knew that it would be something special providing the man was decent and caring and a total stranger, black or white. It had to be sensual not mechanical like porn videos are. 

We both had the feeling that eight inches would be her perfect size. During our sex when she started to stroke my balls I would invariably say "how would like to put your hand down to stroke the balls of an eight inch cock and find only the balls hard up against the lips of your vagina?" The thought a big cock totally inside would quickly bring us both to orgasm

For some time I believed that her doctor had fucked her a number of times. She told me that on one occasion he was performing a legitimate internal examination then started fingering her for pleasure. She knew what he was up to and moved her pelvis to show him that she approved. She noticed that he had an erection. He asked her whether she was enjoying it and she said that she would enjoy it more if it were his cock. He locked his door stripped down, got onto the table and fucked her. At least this is what she told me and I believed her because I knew that she liked and trusted him.

We would use this experience as stimulation during sex for some time. I would ask her whether she had taken his cock in her hand, yes she had, mainly to guide it. I would ask whether it was bigger than mine and she would say fatter not longer. Did we have sex on the days when he fucked her? No, she manufactured an excuse on those days. Did she feel a sense of guilt when she walked back into the waiting room? Yes and she felt that the staff had an inkling. She was, after all, full of his semen. She would change and wash her panties as soon as she got home.

I absolutely loved this talk and it was a massive turn on for me.

Then after a year or so of absolutely believing this, she admitted that it did not happen. She had been stimulated by his examination, she did display her pleasure but the rest was made up No doubt a reflection of what she would have liked to happen which became the basis of her fantasies.

Some years went by without the result we had been seeking. I remember we went into the sex precinct of the city one summer night and I insisted she wear no bra or pants. Her nipples were on show through her lightweight top and the fact that we knew she was not wearing panties under a lightweight skirt made us both very sexy. I had a fair idea that it would not lead to her perfect fuck and it didn't. As we sat in a male strip club (our one and only visit to such an establishment) a man sitting behind ran his hand up her back but that was as close as we got that night. I'm glad that nothing eventuated because it was a little on the seedy side and potentially a bit risky..

I also suggested that we visit a swingers' club but she was averse to the idea of taking pot luck and potentially being disappointed. On reflection I'm glad we didn't, given what was to come.

A couple of years later I suggested we start going to a nude beach near our interstate holiday unit which we visit twice a year. Pam was hesitant and somewhat concerned at the thought but succumbed after much encouragement. I too had some reservations about taking off the gear and going starkers but I quickly settled into it. 

This beach is quite difficult to get to and is scarcely populated during the week when we go. It is not legally nude but the state government turns a blind eye. Nudies are up one end and clothed the other. It is a large beach and the two groups don't mingle. It borders a national park and clothed hikers regularly walk from one end to the other to continue their national park sojourns and perv a bit as they go past. The rear border of the beach comprises a steep inaccessible hill (part of the national park) and a wire fence runs along the back of some small undulating sand dunes separating bush from sand.

It is quite usual to have the beach almost completely to oneself on early morning weekdays, with a small increase in population occurring from about 10:00am onward. Most of the nudies are elderly and mind their own business. The men (who outnumber women by about 5 to 1) enjoy putting their cocks on display but never interfere with the privacy of others. In the early days Pam quite enjoyed perving on them but became a bit blasé after a while. I would encourage her to perv but she would say "what's the point? they're not likely to come over and ask for a fuck with you here."

On one occasion she pointed out to me that a young couple were having sex under a towel near us. We were up in the dunes on that day. That was the only time we had ever seen any sex act. Once or twice we saw men with erections walking into or out of the water but, again, this was rare. We would never have expected a sexual liaison there.

The water is warm when we go in Spring and Autumn and the sun has plenty of kick in it. Surfing nude at this beach is a sheer joy and is one of the reasons I go. As is being naked in the warmth of the Queensland sun. 

I have become totally relaxed with nudity at the beach now but it never fails to turn me on sexually. On the other hand Pam still has mild reservations about showing off the full naked body and doesn't get quite the same strong sexual urges. I remember once asking her to slightly spread her legs when a man walked close by and she reluctantly did. The man looked intently as he passed and she was flattered but she would not normally do this without encouragement from me. The man would have given her a mental as do many of the others at the beach. She is aware of this.

Then one day we arrived early to find the beach isolated. It was a beautiful day in the making so we stripped off and lay on our towels at the point where the flat sand part of the beach meets the small dunes. We were obvious to anyone coming onto the beach.

A little while later a man arrived on his own and started to come towards us.

"Hi my name's Peter, do you mind a bit of company?" he asked.

"Not at all" I said, not really knowing how to handle a situation which had never previously arisen.

I estimated him to be in his mid 40's. He proceeded to lay his towel on the sand and remove his shorts. I noticed that he had fully shaven genitals and was tanned all over. He looked good! It told me that he liked displaying his cock. What might this mean for us? My heart began to race in anticipation.

This was the very first time that Pam had been so intimately close to the naked body of another man. 

We chatted for some time. Pam was sitting between us. It became apparent to me that she was frequently transferring her gaze from his face to his cock. He also had noticed her roaming eyes and his cock began to show signs of arousal. Fattening slightly with a touch of precum showing. 

Pam's thought processes appeared to be (later confirmed) "I'm pretty sure this man wants to fuck me."

By her obvious focus on his cock, the firming of her breasts and rise in her nipples, Peter read the signs and was obviously thinking (later confirmed as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear ) "Pam is being stirred up by the sight of my cock and I'm pretty sure she wants me to fuck her."

Out of the blue she leaned over and started to stroke his shaft and caress his nob sliding her fingers over his precum. I was surprised at how forward she had suddenly become but couldn't help but think that the moment had at last arrived and there was nothing I would do to stop it. 

He knew the time had come. He got up, grabbed his towel and said "where can we go?"

Pam said "into the dunes up the back."

He looked at me and asked "is this OK with you Robert?" and I replied along the lines that he should be gentle with her.

I couldn't see the act from where I was but I felt that I was a part of it. They returned about 20 minutes later. They both looked very fulfilled. Peter's cock was flaccid but still quite big.

He ran down to the water and had a quick dip. When he returned I casually asked him whether he had come to the beach looking for sex. He said it was the last thing on his mind and would have made no move had Pam not aroused him by her obvious glances at his cock. Even then had she not started to fondle it, it most likely would not have developed into intercourse. But he was pleased that it had because she was in his words "a sensational fuck." I found that very satisfying coming from someone with a much bigger cock than mine.

At that point Peter decided it was time to move on and we said our goodbyes.

I then asked Pam the obvious. "Did you enjoy it as much as Peter?"

"More" she said. "It was beautiful. His cock filled me like never before. I even felt him ejaculating inside me and I don't ever remember experiencing that ecstatic feeling before. It was amazingly sensual."

"Was he the magic eight inches?" I asked.

She replied, "I'm not sure, but after he had come he rolled over onto his back and I noticed that his nob was resting on his navel which tells me that he was easily two inches on yours. A lot bigger."

"Did you take him in the mouth?" 

"Not at the start." she replied. "When we got to the dunes his cock was so big and hard I couldn't wait for him to drive it deep inside. When we finished and he asked me if I had enjoyed as much as he, I said probably much more and to prove it I took his wet nob in my mouth for a minute or two. I was hoping to get him rock hard again so he could slide it up once more while I was full of his semen. Unfortunately we looked up to check our surroundings and noticed some people arriving at the beach and realised that it was time to stop."

"Did you stroke his balls when he came?" I asked.

"Yes." she replied. "That was a wonderful moment and what's more, the shaft was completely in and the balls resting on the lips of my vagina as we had always fantasised."

She lay back and slightly parted her legs. I noticed semen on her vagina and mentioned that she was leaking and did she want a tissue. Her response surprised and delighted me.

"No thanks, I want him to remain in me as long as possible."

And with that she reached down and gently eased it back in with her finger. 

So ended the most incredibly lucky day at the beach. All our wishes had been fulfilled by that one unplanned encounter. In terms of our criteria Peter fitted the bill perfectly.

I desperately wanted to fuck her then and there. After all, I was the instigator of this fantasy and it had just become reality. Precum was pouring out of me. Unfortunately other nudists were taking up their positions along the beach and it was out of the question. Moreover part of me was saying 'let her bask in the memory of their beautiful orgasms, don't spoil it for her ', even though the thought of entering her with his semen fresh in her body was dramatically increasing my arousal. Had the beach been as isolated as it was when Peter arrived I really don't know whether I would have been able to hold back.

That night at home I asked her why, given past reluctance to openly seek it (despite all our fantasies) did she come on so strong with Peter. 

She said that when she saw his beautiful cock so close to her becoming aroused, her animal instinct took over and she could not stop what she then went on to do. "I almost felt like I was in a trance and all I wanted was for him to enter me as soon as possible. I was oblivious to how you felt. I don't think I've ever felt so ready for it in my life."

"Tell me what you enjoyed most?"

Unhesitatingly she rattled off the following-

"The psychological effect of having another man for the first time, the size of his beautiful cock and, given how wet we both were, the ease by which it slipped to its full length on the first thrust. The way he fucked. Deep and slow thrusts with his entire cock inside me on each thrust. The length of time he was able to fuck without ejaculating. We fucked non-stop for at least ten minutes. Then to top it off his climax which seemed to go on and on."

I was so happy for her. It seemed like it had satisfied all our fantasies. While I had pleased her in the past, one area where I was at times deficient (and we often discussed it) was my inability to last anywhere near ten minutes. Five minutes would be my limit and she was often left in a state of anti climax and wanting more.

Needless to say Peter became the object of sex talk during our sex from that point on. Even though I didn't see the act, Pam's detailed description never fails to turn me on. 

Would I allow another Peter if given a choice? Probably yes but it's highly unlikely that the planets are going to align in that manner again. We only go to the nude beach three or four times a year and we have never seen him since. Usually there are a few people already set up when we get there and we resign ourself to sunning and swimming and the memories. Pam often strolls up to the same spot to relive it. Even that's enough to turn me on!

Interestingly our relationship became stronger after that day. Pam was so grateful that I let her have her way with him. Despite the fact that I had, over many years, openly encouraged her fucking outside our marriage, she had always held reservations that if the opportunity ever arose, I would reneg. I admit to having been jealous at times when men showed interest in her so she had reason to think that way.

For her part she made it clear that sex with any other man in the future could not now provide her with the absolute ecstacy that this liaison had. She believed no one else's cock could give her as much satisfaction and the circumstance would surely never be repeated. She would always make herself available for Peter if he passed by again but regrettably we both knew that this was unlikely to happen. In the future she would be content to dream that it was his cock inside her whenever we had sex.