0 comments/ 160034 views/ 11 favorites Retro Moresome By: Barb36D Growing up in a Midwestern farming community, I was decidedly a tomboy. At least I appeared to be heading in that direction, until puberty changed everything. I wasn't blessed with what you would call classic beauty; not particularly pretty either. However, since my teen years, I've been referred to as attractive. This was due in large part to my well developed figure. 'Pretty' and 'beauty' might have passed me by, but in all the parts that attract the majority of men, I matured rather nicely. Raised in a farming community, you'd think I would have been a late-comer to the constant changes in sexuality during the '60s and '70s. However, my little community was far from backward or even conservative. As a matter of fact, tales about wild parties surfaced on a regular basis. If you were lucky enough to participate in a small town scandal, you would never be forever outcast, unless the infraction was criminal. Everybody had a wink-and-nod attitude toward the true party animals, nothing more. Among those party animals were the owner/operators of our local steak house restaurant in town, Robert and Charlotte Martin. Rob had resided in town for over 20 years and tried several ventures before settling on managing the local steak house. Through equal amounts of hard work and schmoozing, he transformed a run down, rural restaurant into an appealing, upscale business. When the original owner decided to retire, it was only natural for Rob to step in and take over the reins. Nearly every teenage girl had a crush on Rob in the '60's and I was no exception. He was handsome, ambitious, single and quite comfortable dealing with all kinds of people. My family dined there regularly on weekends and I can vividly recall always wanting to wear something special to get Rob's attention. The concept of a naïve teenage girl flirting with a grown man bordered on the ridiculous, but at the time it was excellent fantasy fodder. He was always on his good behavior; being extremely cordial to everyone. If I could somehow catch him off guard, he just might slip me a cute little wink. That would be enough to feed my emerging hormones for another week. A number of years passed, as did my teenage feelings for Rob. I was busy dating one farm boy after another and looking forward to going away to college, when I heard that Rob had married. It was at our last family dinner at the Cedar Mansion before heading off to college, when I first met Rob's new wife, Charlotte, or Charly, as she liked to be called. Whatever schoolgirl crush I had for Rob went 'poof' at that point. Charly was the most uncommon of common women I'd ever seen. Rob had met the woman (almost 5 years his senior) in Minneapolis and they fell head-over-heels (her term) for each other. I imagined that to be quite a fall from her 4 inch stiletto heels! The first impression most women have of Charly would either be that of an over-the-top hostess or a cheap hooker. Charly, in her skin-tight mini skirt and opened blouse with boost-'em-up bra by Frederick's simply oozed 'slut.' This tramp was what Rob really wanted in a woman? I could hardly believe it. They did have one major thing in common - charm. Once greeted by her warm beckoning smile and bawdy sense of humor, men and women alike fell under the spell of her disarming personality. Like Rob, she had the uncanny ability of making people feel comfortable and special. Moreover, she seemed to know, by instinct, exactly what buttons people like pressed and she made no pretense in being able to press them. I suppose I will always admire and even envy her abilities in that regard. She practiced the fine art of manipulation flawlessly. Attending college in the late 60s, I went through all the unpretentious style-altering changes. Penny loafers gave way to platforms, thigh-high boots or sandals. Plaid skirts went to hip-hugging bell bottoms, while preppy cotton button-down blouses morphed into tie-dyed T-shirts and beads. Maidenform bras, corsets and snuggies couldn't compete with going braless and wearing panties. With my almost waist-length straight blond hair and blue eyes, I was the epitome of the real pseudo-hippie chick. As I previously mentioned, back then I had all the necessary attributes to model such an unforgiving wardrobe. Being a slim 34(D)-23-35, I got more than my share of second looks and glares. I made up for being sensually 'farm-girl' naïve, by using my natural attributes to project the image of a sexy broad who knew her way around the bedroom. I had no religious hang ups regarding per-marital sex and made sure to take my daily dose of 'the pill'. "Sleeping around" wasn't my routine, but if a guy treated me nice after a date or two, and I found him attractive - well, let's say I'd accommodate his advances. All in all, I'd describe myself as sexually active in college. By 1973, Donny and I were in our mid-twenties, recently married, poor as a pair of church mice, but in the best physical shape of our young lives. I talked him into taking me back home for dinner, drinking and dancing at the Mansion with some of my older brothers and sisters. Back then he regarded my family's down-home, small-town partying as quaint and agreed to come along. I wore a cute little red Spanish gingham dress. I always liked that dress for going out dancing. Nestling my sizable melons between its empire waist and wide elastic neckline, I was able to go braless. The wide shoulder straps were fun to play with, if I was in a flirty mood and the ruffled hem, well above my knees, made for excellent twirling. I sported a deep tan in those days, so I didn't have to wear hose. A pair of white cotton panties and hippie sandals completed my sparse but sexy ensemble. "I suppose it's better than watchin' grass grow," Donny derided with a fake twang. "Oh, you'll have a great time; wait 'til you meet Rob and Charly. They're something else!" I insisted. "So, what's the deal with this Charly?" He asked, as if he had heard a few tasty things. "Oh, I think you should wait and see her for yourself; wouldn't want to ruin it for you," I smiled. Winding our way through town, we finally pulled up to the Mansion and parked. As was her custom, Charly greeted us in the updated parlor/foyer. Donny was noticeably taken back, as we were approached by the 40-plus-year-old hostess with the mostest. The sight of her heavily ratted up strawberry blonde hair framed her heavily made up face. Her spaghetti-strapped, deep blue sequined party dress featured her trademark deep 'V' front, open back and thigh-high slit. The combined smell of smoke and thick Channel No. 5 followed close behind, as she swept toward us in those stiletto heels. A plethora of rings and assorted costume jewelry swung from her, as she threw her arms around me. "BARBIE DOLL! God, we haven't seen you forever! Geez, you look great and whose this handsome creature...could it be...Donny?! Come here you big hunk and give Charly a big squeeze," she said, impatiently finishing with me to get to my husband. In her 4-inch heels she stood eye-to-eye with Donny. Grabbing a healthy chunk of his butt, she ceased her patented salutation banter long enough to take a nice, long look at both of us. "Seriously Barb, you've never looked better! That whole marriage thing looks so good on both of you," she smiled, taking mine and Donny's hands and leading us into the renovated lounge. Donny's immediate expression of awe and wonderment changed to one of lighthearted flirting. Charly had caught him and was reeling him in with every wink, dip and jiggle. Bartending Rob introduced himself to Donny, heartily shook his hand and turned to greet me with a big, long hug. "Hope you know Donny, you probably pissed off half of the male population here in town; marryin' this sweet young thing?" He said, running his hands down my back. "Only half?" Laughed Donny. "Yeah. The other half are still in diapers!" Joked Rob, then lightly kissed my cheek. Several of my siblings showed up and after downing a few extra toddies we all headed into the restaurant for dinner. Charly strutted around like a cross between an aged Bond girl and Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke. My short gingham sun dress garnered little attention - except from Rob. With all of us seated around a large table, Rob stood directly behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders and rattled off the menu specials. Everyone was so focused on his funny anecdotal delivery; they failed to notice his hands gently stretching the elastic neckline of my dress. By the time he described our desert options, he had pushed the straps down far enough to bare my shoulders. Since the dress could be worn either way, I didn't interrupt or resist his innocent teasing. It wasn't until the tips of his fingers found their way inside the fringe of my lace-trimmed collar, that I leaned my head back and smiled up at him. He peered down into my eyes, glanced at my exposed cleavage, turned beet red and immediately pulled his hands away. I let out a little chuckle, realized no one was the wiser and forgot the incident. I was a big girl now and totally capable of some light hearted flirting. Dinner was delightful; full of tasteless jokes and whose-doing-who backyard gossip. I lost count of just how many vodka sevens I had downed, but by the time we finished dinner I was in a pretty giddy mood. Most of our table gravitated back into the lounge, while I made my way to the ladies room. Once inside I was surprised to see Charly in an open stall. She had one of her long legs up on edge of the toilet and was smoothing out her sheer black hose. Mesmerized by what I saw, I stood quietly, as she hiked her short dress up to fix her matching black garter straps. It was like the sexiest film noir scene I'd ever seen. "Damn Charly, you sure are one sexy woman!" I blurted out. "BARB! I'm sorry - didn't see you standing there," she said, quickly pulling her dress back down. "NO, I... I'm sorry! I don't know what made me say such a thing..." I stopped and threw open a stall door to hide. "Please Barb, don't be embarrassed. It's my fault for not closing the door," she replied, after a long silence. "I just don't want you to think that I'm queer or something," I laughed nervously and went on with my business. "Oh I KNOW you're not queer, Honey. I've seen the lust you have in your eyes for Donny and maybe even a twinkle for Rob. I pride myself on noticing things like that," she stated. "ROB...what do you mean? I never came on to him," I shot back defensively. "Never said you 'came on' to him, but you didn't object when he rearranged your dress to get a peek at those big, firm boobs of yours either," she laughed. "I... I never meant..." "Now I ask you, ladies and gentlemen of the jury; when she let her straps down to show off those succulent shoulders, did she not lean her head back and give that man a twinkle?" "OK, OK! I'm sorry. But honestly Charly, it was nothing more than simple flirting," I apologized, flushed the toilet and opened the stall door. Standing behind her facing the mirror, I watched her paint her face with every cosmetic known to mankind. I caught her glance at my bared shoulders and casually adjusted the straps back to their original state. "Don't be silly Barb. I'm not upset. It was only your feeble attempt at pressing some buttons," she said, applying yet another coat of mascara. "Speaking of 'pressing buttons,' you seem to be quite gifted at it. Maybe you should give me some tips sometime?" I said, casually applying my own pink lip gloss. "Tips? For dealing with men or women?" She asked. "Aren't they the same?" "Oh goodness no. Well, it's all about knowing what people want and giving it to them. In that respect men and women are similar, but the way those buttons are pressed are distinctly different. As far as I'm concerned it's all about sex." "Sex?" I repeated. "Yep. In the basic needs department, sex ranks right up there with air and water," she smiled. "So, you always give men what they want?" I guessed. "Let's say I give them as much as they can deal with. They're pretty limited you know. Besides, the dividends nearly always outweigh the investment." I shot her a quizzical look, as she shifted her C-cupped tits around by hand to show more cleavage. "For instance, suppose Donny wants you to give him a blowjob and maybe you're not in the mood. You decide to suck that wonderful young cock of his anyway, until it explodes in your mouth. You eagerly swallow his cum and suck him dry. Now, bear in mind, every man keeps a mental log of his favorite BJ's and that one you just gave him was a beaut. The next time you want a new car, house, jewelry, whatever, just remind him of how yummy his cum tasted that night. He'll sign on the dotted line every time," she said, like she was parting with secret codes. I turned red faced with embarrassment at her use of language, when she turned to face me. Standing a few inches taller than me in those spiked heels, she slowly pulled my straps back down over my shoulders. "Oh, and when it comes to women, you ask?" She started, smoothing down my thin laced collar. "Women usually need one of two things. They either need to know that their relationship with 'Mister Right' is not being threatened, or some facet of their own sexuality needs attention," she said as a matter of fact. Nervously shifting from one sandal to the next, I couldn't help but take in her combined scents of Channel, makeup, tobacco and whiskey. At eye-level with her full, deep red painted lips, I asked in an aromatic trance, "And me...what is my need?" I whispered. "Hmmm, perhaps some of both, I think," she returned in a throaty whisper. "I don't FEEL threatened - not by you Charly." "Good! Remember that for later, OK?" She suggested. "Then, it must be the other thing?" I asked, now starring up into her darkened eyes. "Could be; only one way to find out," she said running her tongue lightly under her upper lip. "You need to press one of those 'buttons' to find out for sure, don't you?" I said, feeling my heart pound. She slowly nodded and smiled. I answered her nod with one of my own. Her hand gently stroked my cheek, then her long finger nails gently closed both my eye lids. "Don't move," she commanded and ran her hand down my neck and over my bare shoulders. Feeling the older woman's warm touch, I stifled a giggle. Suddenly she yanked down one side of my dress, exposing my left breast. Before I had a chance to catch my breath, she scooped up my boob in her right hand. My body twitched as if to recoil, until she took my nipple into her mouth. She wasted little time with licking and went right to sucking my hard nipple. Her moans of delight told my conscience this was so wrong. Breaking my unspoken vow not to move, my hands grabbed hold of her hair to push her away. This only made her moans increase. Her mouth opened to the fullest and she sucked in as much boob as she could. I felt my knees give way, as she sucked harder and harder. Backing myself up against the cold wall tile, with her mouth firmly attached to my breast, I felt my pussy betray me with extra lubrication. "Oh God Charly, please stop," I whimpered and dropped my hands from her super-lacquered hairdo. I felt the sure signs of an impending orgasm, as she hard sucked my tit like no man ever had. Shaking my head from side to side and moaning in disbelief, I watched spellbound while she pulled my dress down to expose my other breast. "OH GOD PLEASE!" I begged, as she took my other melon in her mouth and ran her hand to my crotch. Sensing I was on the verge of an orgasm, she rubbed my hot pussy harder and faster. Something snapped in my brain and I felt an uncontrollable need to have her take me. Without a second thought, I reached down and began to hike up my dress. I wasn't sure what I expected her to do. At that point I just needed to come. I tugged at the top of my cotton panties and forced them down over one hip. Grabbing her hand, I prodded her to touch my wetness. I felt her fingers on my slit. She was content on teasing my labia. I wanted more. I needed her to fuck me! Still fondling my hole, she retreated from sucking my tits and brought her face near mine. "One button at a time Baby," she cooed then stuck her tongue in my open mouth. As if by some perverse instinct, I sucked the older woman's tongue into my mouth. After swapping each other's saliva for about 15 seconds, she broke off the kiss and found my clitoris. Rolling her fingers over it a few times, she stopped and pulled her hand away. "OH NO! GOD CHARLY, you can't stop! I'm coming!!" I begged and tried to force her hand back between my legs. She briskly tore away from my grasp and brought her fingers, wet with my juices, up to my face. My hand and fingers went directly to my pussy to take her place. "Don't get me wrong, Barb. You do have some beautiful buttons that need pressing, but this is hardly the time or place to do it properly," she decided and licked my juices from her fingers. "Think I'll just save this though, to remind me for later, hmm?" She added and ran her coated fingers up and down her open cleavage until they were dry. I leered at her intently, as my fingers feverously brought me to a climax. I had never felt so embarrassed and bewildered in my life. I hated her for using me like that. At the same time, I lusted for her touch. She winked and blew me a kiss. As the door closed behind her, I tried to take stock of what had just happened. My mind couldn't cope with the fact that I had just had my first encounter with a woman, so I tried thinking of something else. Fixing my clothes and checking my emotions, I shrugged off any unexplained feelings. One thing was for sure, I was horny as hell for my husband's hard cock. Combing back my long hair, I looked in the mirror and took stock of myself. That's when I noticed the overwhelming scent of my arousal coming from down below. "Shit, I can't go out there like this!" I thought and quickly slipped out of my stained panties. Suddenly the door flew open and in walked my petite sister, Peg. I dashed into a stall. "You alright in there Barb?" "Ah, ah YEAH! Be right out!" I yelled and slipped on the floor. Stumbling to regain my balance, I lost hold of my panties and watched them fall into the toilet. "SHIT!" "We thought maybe you fell in, so I came into check on you," said Peg. "Sure you're OK?" "Oh yeah, just marvelous," I answered, fishing my drenched panties from the bowl. "Come on Barb. Hell, Donny's already out there dancin' up a storm with Charly," she smiled and checked her impeccable makeup and hair. "Oh really?" I said, twisting excess water from my panties and shoving them into my purse. "Well I suppose we'd better see about that!" I exclaimed, feigning jealousy and blew past her to the door. By this time the kitchen had closed and the few couples that remained were on the dance floor doing the 'bump', including my husband with Charly. Taking a deep breath, I realized I was in no condition to cause a scene and headed to the bar instead. "Give me a vodka seven Rob. Hell, make it a double," I ordered, keeping my focus on the dancers. "Doubles are all I make for THIS crowd," he laughed, then saw I really hadn't heard him. "What's wrong Barb, don't you do the Bump?" He smiled. "Sure I do!" I came back, taking a long swig of my drink. "Well then, let's go!" He demanded, took hold of my hand and walked us to the dark dance floor. Seeing that Charly had her hands locked around Donny's neck, I opted to do the same to her husband. Clearly Charly was doing the 'dirty' Bump, which included an extra fleshy grind or two. With Rob's hands around my waist, I bent my legs and occasionally ground my crotch into his leg. Two could play this game. "I think you're mad at me Señora," Rob said in my ear. Retro Moresome "Why's that?" I asked. "You had that sexy Spanish thing going on with your dress before, and now..." "You liked that?" I said batting my eyes. He grinned and nodded. I innocently dropped my arms from his neck and gazed up at him. "Put it where you like it then," I winked and put both his hands on my straps. I stopped glancing over at my competition and locked eyes with Rob, as he slowly lowered each strap over my shoulders. He kept his hands on the straps while I danced for him. Lowering myself next to him, I ran my hands over his thigh. "Lower," I whispered and licked my upper lip (as I had seen done recently). His eyes opened wide, as he inched the collar down my upper arms. His eyes looked into mine for approval. "More," I mouthed, laid my head back and flexed my shoulders inward. As he observed the other couples dancing, I saw reluctance in his eyes. I wiggled his hands away and lowered each side myself, until most of my chest and boobs down to my nipples were showing. Now I had his complete attention and that of the other dancers. I twirled around, bent over to show Donny my boobs and bumped my butt against Rob' s crotch. Witnessing my overt display, Charly took the friendly challenge. She hiked up her dress to show her hose and garters and began dry-humping Donny's leg. Even on the dimly lit dance floor, I could see she was stroking his crotch with one hand and his ass with the other. That's when I felt my juices start to flow again. By this time, all my ass-wiggling was having a desirable affect on Rob. When his hands on my waist slid down my hips, I straightened up and backed into him. I was afraid he would feel that I was sans panties, so I diverted his attention from my butt. Taking his hands, I wrapped his arms around my waist and held them tight, while I leaned my head back under his chin. This gave him a clear overhead view of my tits, as he bumped my ass with his groin. I wasn't sure whether I was enjoying making Charly and Donny jealous or making handsome Rob hot for me. Either way, I had become comfortably aroused in the arms of my old fantasy crush. Thankfully the song on the jukebox ended, or who knows how far I'd have gone? Somebody called Rob for another round of drinks. Reluctantly he unraveled himself from my clutches and headed off to fill their order. I had forgotten that two of my older brothers and their wives were still there. Making my way to their table, I left my dress alone. "Why Babs, I don't think I should call you my 'little' sister!" Laughed my oldest brother, Mark, staring at my chest. "That's right Mark; I have big boobs. Anybody offended?" I sneered back and shook my 34D's at him. Both Butch (my next older brother, married to pretty Peg) and Mark's eyes grew to the size of silver dollars, while their wives laughed up a storm. I took a long healthy swig from somebody's drink and looked around for Donny. He and Charly were still on the dance floor. A slow song had started and Charly was pouring on the charm. Wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding her pelvis into him, the mature vixen was obviously seducing him. "Donny and Charly are sure getting acquainted..." Started Peg, expecting me to blow up. "Yeah well, good for them. I need another drink," I announced and retreated to the bar. "So, doesn't that piss you off?" Asked Rob, pouring me a fresh drink and nodding to the dance floor. "Is it supposed to?" I replied nonchalantly, keeping my attention on his rugged features. "No. I mean a lot of women might feel threatened, I guess," he said, gently moving my long hair over my shoulder. "What about you, Rob? You don't seem the slightest bit jealous?" I asked, tossing my hair back where it was. "Not at all. Not when I've got a beautiful woman right here to be with," he smiled and moved my hair again. "Beautiful... yeah right," I scoffed, batted my eyes and tossed my hair back in place. Suddenly he grabbed hold of a good chunk of hair and pulled my face to within inches of his. "Yes beautiful - fucking beautiful!" He growled, glanced down at my boobs and naked shoulders then fixed his dark sexy eyes on mine. "OK," I relented and left my mouth open for an expected kiss. He slowly released his grip on my hair. "Just not beautiful enough to kiss, is that it?" "You're quite the tease aren't you Barb?" He said, pulling away. "Yeah right, I'M the tease!" I laughed. "If you only knew..." "Knew what?" "Nothing... nothing at all," I shrugged, taking another drink. "We're headed home Sis, if you want to join us?" Mark yelled from the door. Swinging around on my barstool, I saw Donny and Charly still dancing and gave my relatives a hopeless shrug and waved goodbye. Ever the gracious hostess, Charly broke her hold on my husband and trotted over to give her thanks and farewells to my relatives. Now the place was empty, except for the four of us. I made my way over to Donny. "So, I see you finally came up for air?" I smiled. "What? We're just dancing!" He answered with a twinge of guilt and took me in his arms to dance. "Just dancing, huh? And what's this all about?" I asked rubbing myself against his hard cock. "Just playing Barb. She such a tease, but its all in fun," he remarked. "Well, I think you and I should have some fun. I think you should fuck me," I said and unzipped his fly. "God Baby - right here?" He asked, as I whipped out his healthy hardon. "I don't care. I want you NOW!" I said, jacking his meat. "You know Charly says they have one of those new saunas in their basement, and wondered if we wanted to see it," he said trying to ignore me. "Can we fuck there, hmmm?" "Oh, I think so. She mentioned that she and Rob do it there all the time," he grinned. "Good, let's go nnnow." I slurred. "So, you kids ready to try out that sauna?" Asked Charly, as she approached us. "Sure Charly, just lead the way," said Donny, quickly shoving his meat back inside his pants and zipping up. I was extremely tipsy, as the three of us left the bar and headed into their adjoining residence. All I can remember were long, dark hallways, several sets of stairs and a dark basement area. "Here, you guys can use this room to change and there's the sauna. You do know how to work it, right Donny?" Asked Charly. "No problem," he answered and steadied me against him. "Isn't Rob coming too?" I asked, noticing his absence. "Yes Dear; we'll both be down in a little bit, OK?" Said Charly, checking her supply of white terry cloth towels. She made her exit and I immediately pulled up my dress and kicked off my sandals. Donny was taking far too long getting undressed and I was literally leaking with desire for his 8-inch hunk of manhood inside of me. "Oh Baby, can we fuck now?" I urged, feeling my nipples hardening in the cool room. "Pretty soon Honey. Here, take this towel and go on in. I'll adjust the heat," he said, handing me a long white towel. I shook the towel to open it and entered the small sauna. I remember thinking, gosh, there's barely enough room in here for two, never mind four of us. The hard cedar benches looked less than comfortable for making out, so I laid my towel down for a cushion. Spreading out on the longest bench, I propped my back against the wall. "Come on Baby, I'm so ready for you," I teased and fingered my wet slit. "OK, I think the temp is set just right," said Donny, standing naked before me. "Come here and do me," I cooed and reached for his semi-hard erection. "Damn Barb, you look good enough to eat; think I'll do just that!" He stated and went to his knees to spread my legs. Parting my wet lips with his fingers he started licking the inner folds of my pussy like crazy. The smacking and slurping sounds of his talented tongue on my cunt made me wild with anticipation. "I need you to fuck me now Baby!" I exhorted breathlessly, pulling his head up from between my legs. He gave me that contented smile of conquest and licked my juices from his lips. I was so horny, I had no second thoughts, and kissed him full on the mouth. Tasting my own fresh arousal in his kiss brought me to a mini-orgasm. God, but I needed him inside me! "DONNY! OH DONNY!" Charly Interrupted from outside the sauna somewhere. "yyyYEAH?" He replied, getting to his feet. "Oh God, what does that bitch want NOW?" I muttered, reaching up to jack Donny's thick-veined meat. "Can you get something for me Dear? I can't seem to reach it," she begged. With a firm grip on my husband's ready cock, I sat up tall and sucked it into my mouth. He held my head in silent confusion and enjoyed my blowjob while he concocted a reply. "I...I'll be right there Charly!" He answered. "Oh Baby, don't leave me. I need this hard cock in my hot pussy...PLEASE?" I countered and slapped his lubricated tool on my cheek, before shoving it back in my mouth. "DAMN Baby, she's our host! This won't take long. I'll be right back," he said, reluctantly pulling my head away. "I promise," was his final worthless vow. Still sporting the results of my handiwork, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his exit. I sighed in disbelief, as I propped myself up once again next to the now warm wall. "That cheap whore has been screwing with me all night," I reasoned and absentmindedly edged my fingers inside my wet slit. "And why would she need something done, right when Donny was primed to fuck me?" I asked myself, fingering my clitoris faster. "WHY?...because SHE KNEW! Damn, I'll bet she's fucking him right now!" I said aloud. There I was, getting myself off thinking about her fucking my husband. "She did it AGAIN!" The heat from the sauna made my mouth dry, as I double-fingered my hole deeper. Perspiration beaded up on my forehead and chest. My legs and butt tightened while I pumped three fingers deep inside. Streams of sweat trickled down my boobs, as visions of Charly and Donny going at each other flashed through my foggy brain. That's when I stopped. "What the fuck am I DOING? It's been a good 10 or 15 minutes. Where the hell is everybody?" I stood up and wrapped a towel around me. Stepping into the dressing room, I realized just how hot it had become in the sauna. I felt woozy, until I opened the next door into the basement. A blast of cold air reminded me I was dressed only in the towel, which served to cover my tits and most of my rear end. "Anybody here?" I yelled into the pitch black abyss. Nothing, but total silence. I took a few steps one way, then another, trying to find my way in total darkness. When I turned to find the door back to the dressing room and my clothes, it was gone. "Is this fucking Twilight Zone, or what?" I laughed, nervously reaching out to feel for something - anything! Finally I felt a wall on my right and one on my left. Further inspection told me it was a narrow hallway. Feeling my way down the corridor, I felt a door knob - closed. I caught a glimmer of light further down the hall and then another door. Turning the knob, it opened. (Thank God!) The large open room had tiny spot track lighting on a far wall. Even in the dark shadows, I could tell it was some sort of studio. Treading across the tile floor in my bare feet, I got a whiff of the familiar smell of marijuana. "You look lost," said a male voice from the shadows. "OH GOD! Rob, you scared me to death!" I screamed and reached for his forearms. "Sorry 'bout that. You OK, Barb?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my bare shoulders. "Here, let me get the lights." As he flipped a wall switch, I could see he was wearing nothing more than a robe. I scanned the room and noticed it was indeed a studio. "I was just cleaning some stuff up, before I joined you guys in the sauna," he added. "They're gone. I waited for them for a long time...then I couldn't find anybody... then I got lost in the basement," I whimpered and clutched my towel where it was tucked together between my boobs. "Oh no! God, look at you poor girl; you're shaking," he noticed and put his arm back round me. He walked us over to a day bed and grabbed a warm comforter to wrap around me. At least that totally covered me. "How about a little brandy to warm you up?" He asked, draping my long hair behind my shoulders. I nodded, smiled and sat down on the day bed. Watching his strong hairy legs cross the floor, I felt safe, in what was obviously his personal little hideaway. Artsy photos dotted the walls. Most of them were close-ups of normal things like plates, cups, vases and musical instruments, except for a nude shot of a woman in the far corner. Each black and white photo was similar in its distinctive use of light and shadows. "Why Rob, I had no idea you were a photographer," I remarked, spying a trail of smoke coming from a distant ashtray. "Yeah well, it's kind of a hobby of mine," he shrugged handing me a large snifter of brandy. Clutching the comforter under my neck with one hand, I accepted the drink and clinked my glass to his. Sitting down next to me, my eyes were drawn to his muscular chest, as I sipped my drink. I crossed my legs, which caused the comforter to slide open and expose my knee. "There now, feeling better?" He asked, bent down and lightly kissed my cheek. He pulled his head back to focus on my response. "Yes, much better," I said and leaned in to kiss him. This time he didn't back away. As our mouths met, I opened my mouth wider to accept his tongue. He was every bit as good a kisser as I had imagined. The more-than-platonic kisses deepened, when I felt his hand on my knee. When he edged his hand up my naked thigh I broke off the kiss and got to my feet. "These shots are really neat," I said, abruptly changing the subject, as I walked closer to each photo. "Thanks, I'm glad you like them," he said, binging up the rear. "You seem to have a thing for light and shadows," I added, trying to sound like an educated art enthusiast. "Got a cigarette?" I asked and moved on to view the next photo. "Sorry, I don't sm..." he caught himself. "Hmm... how about some of that weed?" I said and sauntered down the wall to view the next few photos. "Sure. I didn't know you smoked pot, Barb" he said, rolling a fresh joint. "There's a lot of things people don't know about me, Rob," I smiled and took the lit joint. "So, who was your model for this photo?" I asked, seeing the nude photo didn't bear any resemblance to Charly. "Just some girl I knew a few years back." "That's funny. She looks familiar, for some reason. I can't see her face, but there's something..." I wondered, taking a drag. "Come to think of it, I believe she's just about your age. I can't remember her name though," said Rob, trying to recall. "You MUST have other shots of her. Maybe we can tell from those," I said, sucking the pot smoke up my nose from my mouth. "That might not be such a good idea," he shook his head. "Oh c'mon Rob; it'll be fun. I won't tell anybody, if you won't squeal on me for doing dope," I laughed. "Err, I don't know..." he weakened. I set down my snifter and joint and turned to face him. Taking a step toward him, I left the comforter fall and put my arms around his neck. "You've been so nice Rob. I really shouldn't make you betray a confidence," I said and teased his ear with my tongue. "Wouldn't want to make you do something you might regret - no," I purred, kissed his hairy chest and lightly bit his nipple. "Well OK, if you'll do something for me," he gleamed. "What's that?" I batted my eyes. "You pose for me," he insisted. "OK, it's a deal! Next time we're back in town, I'm sure Donny won't object. He's always trying to get me to..." "No. Right here. Right now," Rob interrupted. "OK dammit, but just a few shots... and nothing kinky!" I relented. "Great! It will just take me a minute to set things up," he beamed like a horny teenager. "Hey, wait a minute. So, where's the other photos?" I reminded him. He pulled open a file drawer full of 8x10, three-ring binders. "I think its labeled "X Girls." See if you can find it," he said and ran off to play with tripods and lights. "Man is this guy a damn pervert or what?" I thought, as I fingered through the binders. "Jesus, he has two more binders labeled, 'XX' and 'XXX'!" My stoned brain rationalized that every guy has girlie magazines. Rob, being a photographer, just has his own personal stash. That's all it is. Besides, my curiosity and libido were peaked; I just HAD to look. I pulled out the X-Girls binder and opened it. I thumbed through several pages of tastefully done, headless naked torsos of different girls in their late teens or twenties. As I paged through more and more, I noticed more of their faces appearing. I turned the next page and there was a headshot of Carrie Ferris, the 'snob queen' of Richfield High. "Oh my God! I can't believe 'Miss Prim & Proper' posed for you like this!" I exclaimed and flipped the next few pages to see her in various stages of stripping. "See, I always knew she stuffed her bra!" I laughed at seeing her A-size tits. The next page was Marie Andersen, homecoming queen. "God, no wonder every boy wanted to get into her pants. Look at that ass!" I remarked and pulled up a bar stool. Feeling the cold vinyl against my bare ass reminded me I was wearing nothing more than a skimpy towel. Rob was busy rattling and arranging photo lamps on either side of me, as I paged through the rest of the album. "JULIE FISHER!" I screamed seeing my best friend from high school. "I can't believe it! She was my bestest friend. We told each other EVERYTHING! "Apparently not absolutely everything," Rob chuckled, as he switched on the bright photo lamps. "So, I wasn't the only one with a major league crush on you back then?" "YOU had a crush on ME?" He asked amazed. "Why hell yes! I had dreams of making out with you big time, until Charly came along," I finally admitted. "Wow, I had no idea. I feel so honored," he said, primping my hair. "You SHOULD feel that way," I said, twirling around on the stool. Pulling his robe open, I ran my hands down his chest and over his naked hips. Holding my jaw in his hand, once again our mouths came together in a passionate kiss. As the kissed lingered and progressed, so did his hands on my towel. He gently unwrapped me, letting the towel fall to the floor. I reached up and pulled his robe off, while he fondled my chest. Bolts of guilt raced through me, as he lowered his head to suck my tits. Knowing full well I wouldn't be able to stop him once he started on my boobs, I gently pushed him away. "We can't. I can't do this to Donny.," I said. "You know he and Charly are probably doing it right now," he suggested, cupping my melons. "Maybe so - maybe not. It doesn't matter. Just take your shots, OK?" I offered sadly. A dejected Rob bent down and scooped up his robe. Throwing it back on, he got behind the camera to refocus on me; that's when I first saw his short but very thick cock. Leaving his robe open, I could clearly see it couldn't have been more than 6 inches long, but Lord, it was every bit as thick as my wrist. The occasional camera click prompted me to begin posing for him. The strong pot kicked in and I recalled every sexy pose I'd ever seen in Playboy and tried to emulate all of them. I wondered which one of his 'X-Folders' my photos would show up in. Nothing was said between us, as I made love to his camera. When he reached down to pamper his pipe, I knew whatever pose I had struck was working, so I worked it harder. He really liked it when I bent down to lick my big boobs. Spreading my legs wide to show my pussy, I dipped my fingers into my wet hole and then coated my nipple. Lifting the coated jug, I leaned down and licked off my juices, while using my other hand to masturbate. That really got him cranking. I kept up that routine, until the camera ran out of film. Retro Moresome Any pretense was over, when he stepped from behind the camera and slowly stepped toward me wanking his meat. Practically falling off the stool, I fingered myself deeper and faster. My eyes fixed on his, as he came within inches of me. "God, I need to be fucked so bad!" I yelled, putting one hand on his shoulder, while getting myself off with the other. "Me too Baby! Are you sure we can't...?" I shook my head 'no' wildly. He complimented my hand on his shoulder by resting his one hand on my waist. Looking down, I could see his hand working feverously on the thickest hunk of male meat I'd ever seen. Just imagining that thing inside my raging pussy made my head spin. Closing my eyes, I thrust my head back, steadied myself with his shoulder and started bouncing up and down on the stool. "OH GOD, OH GOD!" I screamed, letting my pendulous tits crash into his chest. I felt his hand grip my waist, as he let out a long groan. I continued to ride my fingers hard and felt something warm hit my pelvis, then my thighs. I looked down in time to see stream after stream of his white cum shooting from his cock. "That's it Baby! Ooh yeah, shoot that hot cum all over my pussy!" I exhorted him and reached down to scoop up a handful to spread on my tits. As he jacked off the remains, I hoisted my hefty jug and licked it clean. It tasted every bit as creamy good as it looked. I French-kissed him once more to let him taste the goodies and jumped off the saturated stool. When I bent over to grab the towel, he took advantage and ran his fingers inside my slippery slit. I froze in that position, while he fingered my hole. "Hey Rob, I said none of that," I reprimanded him and pulled away. "I'm sorry; just had to get a taste too," he smiled and licked his fingers clean. "So, what's the verdict?" I winked. "DEE-licious! More, please," he asked, as I wiped the cum from my trim belly and thighs. "How 'bout you roll us another 'J'?" I suggested. Quick as a bunny, he rolled, wrapped and lit us another joint. Taking the lit end in his mouth, he pulled my head to his and gave me a 'shotgun'. I took in far too much smoke and began to choke and sputter. That's when I first noticed how really fucked up I was. Truth be told, I rarely smoked much dope back then. It never seemed to do anything but make me paranoid. This 'gunja' was different - Hawaiian, I think Rob said. Whatever flavor it was, it sure had one hell of a kick to it. I started giggling and laughing at everything Rob said or did. "Man, how'd you ever get such a fat thing?" I laughed, as Rob wrapped the comforter around me again. "Oh, I don't know...how'd you ever get such big, round, succulent jugs?" He smiled cutely and reached inside the blanket to feel me up. "I don't know, but sometimes they're really heavy to haul around," I cackled, while he groped and squeezed them. "We have to go find Donny and Charly!" "But you promised me another taste of that sweet pussy," he whispered and let his hand fall to my crotch. "Oh no you don't! Here, let me do the honors," I said, pulling his hand away. "We'll be here all night, if I let you touch me," I sighed and fingered my pussy for more lubrication. "Here ya go," I giggled and shoved two coated fingers into his mouth. "Hmm, it's even better when you help," he said. I instantly had a vision of Lauren Bacall delivering the same lines to Bogart in "To Have And Have Not" and knew I was stoned for sure. With that, I grabbed up my comforter and streaked to the door. "You coming or not, Slowpoke?" "Right behind you, Babe," said Rob, as he caught up to me in the dark hallway. "God, Damn, don't you have ANY lights down here? Which way do we go?" I felt instantly paranoid again. "It's not so bad, if you know where you're going. Here, follow me," Rob said, taking my hand. I trailed behind him, holding on for dear life, as we made our way thru the basement maze. Finally we made it back to the dressing room door. Rob opened it and I spied my dress on the floor where I had left it near the sauna door. Apparently Rob didn't see me bending down to grab it, as he swung the heavy door open. The door caught me right under the chin, with a thud. As the door continued to open, knocking me back on my butt, I swear I saw my husband and Charly naked on the long bench doing a '69.' The blurry sight of them lasted only a millisecond, as I fell unconscious. I could have been out for a matter of minutes or hours, when I heard faint voices, as in a twilight sleep. "You sure she's alright Man?" I thought I heard Rob and felt soft bedding underneath me. "Oh yeah; she just needs some fucking. Don't you Baby?" I heard Donny's voice in my ear and smiled. "A-huh," I nodded and felt Donny's prick on my slit. "I can't see anything," I said, feeling my legs being spread wide open. "I know Baby, it's really dark in here; does that feed good?" He asked, feeding his cock deeper in my pussy. "Oooh YEAH Baby. I need to be fucked.," I oozed and felt more cock sliding inside me. "Man, she's just fucking beautiful!" I heard a whisper on my left. "Is that Rob? Is he watching us fuck?" "Yeah Baby, is that alright?" Donny said in my right ear, as he squeezed my tit. "SURE! I like RRRobb! Did you know he has a really fat thing?" I laughed, then drew a sharp breath, as Donny's cock went deeper. "Yes Dear, I know that. Did you get to suck it?" Asked my husband. "No, NO... I wanted to, but I think maybe it is too big!" I snickered in my stupor. "Oh GOD baby, your cock feels so big inside me!" "That's it Barbie Doll; fuck that big long cock!" Urged a female voice. "Oooo Charly, is that you? Are you watching me fuck too?" I swallowed hard, as someone raised my legs to rest on their shoulders. "More than just watching, Sweetheart," she replied and groaned. "I want to watch! Turn the lights on Donny, so I can watch too," I begged, as his cock went deeper than ever before. "OHH GAWD! FUCK MEEE!" I screamed, feeling my first real orgasm of the night start to peak. "Go ahead Donny, turn on the lights. Let her watch. At this point, I don't think it matters," Charly relented, between labored breaths. She was right. When Donny untied the dark mask and lifted it from my eyes, I was treated to the sight of the older woman glaring down at me. Dressed in nothing but her pushup bra, she held my ankles high over head and thrust her pelvis against me. Peering down between my legs, I spied a big dildo fucking my tight pussy. Somehow I was back on the day bed in Rob's studio. Completely naked, I glanced quickly to see that everyone had shed their clothes. I had seen dildos before, but this rather large one was attached to some kind of belt that wrapped around her, enabling her to actually fuck me. By the looks of it, I figured it to be at least a foot long, as she drove it deep into me. At that point in my raging orgasm, it was a little late to consider how weird or perverted it was to be screwed by another woman. My fingers went immediately to finger my clit, as she finally thrust the entire length of it into my hot pussy. "OH SHIT! YES, THAT'S IT!" I screamed and thrashed my head from side to side. "Now fuck me hard, Baby!" I prompted and caught sight of Rob's super thick dong on my left. "Yeah Barbie Doll, take all of that big 'ole dick!" Yelled Charly, as my naked husband stood next to her, while she worked me from her knees. With my right hand massaging my clit, I felt between Rob's thighs with my left. He stood next to the twin-size day bed, so I was able to fondle his big balls. He leaned down to suck my swaying boobs, while his sexy wife fucked me. Donny openly jacked his 8-inch hard cock near Charly and unhooked her bra. Without missing a thrust of her big rubber cock into to my tight pussy, she turned to take Donny's tongue in her mouth. With a sense of both confusion and excitement, I watched the older woman make love to my husband. That's when I realized that the dream-like vision I had before of them making out in the sauna was no dream. Lost in the haze of pot and booze, my lust for flesh that was overwhelming. Rob and Charly's bodies were both in incredibly good shape for 40-plus years. Oh, there were typical age wrinkles here and there, but they were perfectly toned. Charly's taunt muscular legs and thighs were every bit as fit as mine. Her mature pelvis carried a bit of a pouch, but even that did little to detract from her slender waist and round tits. I remember hoping at the time that I might look as desirable in twenty years. Donny (as any number of other men) was obviously drawn to her tantalizing tricks. The passion of their kisses increased, as her attention to screwing me started to subside. The fake cock she buried deep in my slippery pussy was definitely filling, but hardly fulfilling. I was past the arousal stage, already achieving two much-needed orgasms. Shifting my gaze from the two of them, I focused on the object of my earlier affections - Rob's sturdy cock. After my fingers caressed his balls, I let my hand run the short length of his extremely thick pole. The girth of it was far too wide for me to encircle. Charly let my legs fall down her shoulders and gave my husband her complete attention. Donny unhooked her bra and fiddled with her strange belt, until she undid it herself. Whimpering like a teenager in heat, she quickly got to her feet and crashed her naked body into his in a lover's embrace. My mixed feelings of jealousy and excitement were too confusing to reason out. I looked down at the rubber cock sticking out of my hole and went solely on sensory, physical desire. "I want to kiss you Rob," I said, pulling the slick fake thing from my dripping pussy. Lifting his mouth from my swollen nipples, he turned his face to accommodate me. "No...I wanna kiss this!" I said, tugging on his hard dick. He stood up and wrapped his large hand around the super stump and brought it close to my lips. Licking the immense head of it, I felt the strong fingers from his other hand on my pussy. When his fingers probed deep into me, I knew I had to at least try and suck him. After quick-tonguing his large pee hole over and over, he presented me with a generous amount of sweet precum. This was all the lubrication I needed. I mixed it with my own saliva to coat my lips. Staring up into his lust-filled eyes, I opened my mouth as wide as possible. His eyes opened wide, as he slowly fed his much too big organ into my mouth. The sides of my mouth felt like they were tearing, as he inched more of it inside. My eyes flashed and I felt tears trickle down my cheeks, when he filled my mouth with just the huge head of it. My teeth naturally clamped down around the circumcised rim and kept him from going in much deeper, thank God! As his cock leaked more and more precum, I knew he wouldn't last too long before he exploded. With his fingers deep-probing my wet hole, my mind flashed back to the sight of the copious amount of cum he was capable of spewing. I wanted nothing more at that moment to feel him explode inside me. Edging his broad tool from my mouth, I turned around on my knees and backed up to give him full access to my pussy from behind. "Fuck me Baby," I begged him and spread my saturated lips. "Ooo yeah!" I moaned, as his massive thickness parted my lips. His hands gripped my hips, while he entered me from behind. Though it may have been the shortest, it was definitely the thickest cock I'd ever taken. I watched with some degree of interest as Donny and Charly stood no more than 10 feet from us going at each other. With her arms and legs tightly wrapped around his neck and waist, Donny had her hiked up against the wall. Raising her up and down on his long cock, she was clearly loving every inch of it. When Rob quickly thrust his meat into my thinly stretched vagina, it finally dawned on me that Donny and I were experiencing our first swap. The wicked combination of booze and pot made an otherwise incalculable set of circumstances a strange, but delicious reality. The slightest bit of jealousy I might have felt dissolved, when I felt Rob's giant tool pulse with a full load of glorious semen. With his fingers gripping my shapely hips, his stubby cock pumped hot juice into my young, fertile hole. My husband was still giving Charly the screwing of her life, when Rob pulled out. A long trail of cum leaked from my freshly fucked pussy, which reminded me I needed to use the bathroom. After giving Rob a sultry 'thank you' kiss, I pulled on his robe and asked where I could clean up. He pointed to a white door in the studio that had previously escaped my initial observation. "Ah, maybe you'd rather use the larger bathroom down the hall?" he redirected, as I made my way to the camouflaged door. "Nah, this'll be fine, thanks," I said, turning the knob. Stepping inside the dark bathroom, I felt for a wall switch and closed the door behind me. Flashing on the light, I shrieked, "PEG, MY GOD!" I yelled, at seeing the unexpected sight of my disheveled sister. "I'm sorry Barb; didn't mean to startle you," she answered meekly and quickly gathered her open blouse to cover up . "What the hell are YOU doing here? Damn, to say I'm embarrassed would be an understatement!" I said, knowing she must have been spying on us the whole time. I shifted from one foot to the next; waiting for an explanation. Peg was (what now-a-days we would describe as) a trophy wife. Her perfectly coifed dark brunette hair, petite body and beautiful face were the envy of most of the female population in town. Here she was, standing against the bare wall with her black mini-skirt undone and her pink satin blouse open to reveal a white lace bra. Her perfect hair was scattered about her pretty face, like she was the one who just got laid. "Butch and I had a little fight, so I just got in the car and thought I'd see if you guys were still here, that's all," she confided. "Looks like it was one hell of a fight!" I remarked and walked past her to use the toilet. "Oh this?" She asked, looking down at her appearance. "No... I just... just got kinda carried away watching you fucking," she admitted, as I hiked up my long robe and sat down. "Peg, what language!" I scolded. "There's plenty you don't know about me, Barb. Apparently there's plenty I didn't know about you either," she added, letting her hands fall to her hips. "So, you were getting off; watching me fuck Rob? Is that it?" I asked, wiped, then flushed. "I've never done anything... I mean we've never done anything like this before - Donny and I," I admitted and scooted up to sit on the vanity. "Watching you and Rob get it on was fun, but I didn't know you were into doing girls," she smiled and stepped toward me. "Oh that, I'm not really...." "You and Charly look so fucking hot together. I must admit I was a bit jealous," she smiled and lowered her eyes. "NO, Peg, you've got it all wrong. I'm not into that shit! See, it was the pot and then the door knocked me out and next thing I know..." "Oh I KNOW! I got here right after you passed out. That's when I asked Charly if I could watch. Then , when I saw Charly fucking you - WOW," she said, edging her body between my legs. "Damn Peg, since when did you go queer? Please don't do this, I'm really not ready to handle this kind of shit!" I said and kept her at arm's length. "B-but Charly said..." Peg's eyes welled up as she backed off. "Charly said WHAT?" I demanded. "She said... well that you and her got it on in the ladies room, and that if I was ever gonna have a chance to - to 'be' with you, tonight would be my best chance," she stammered between sobs. "Oh God Peg that was nothing really; please don't cry," I said, taking hold of her upper arms to get her attention. "She even made me lick her cleavage and told me it was your juice," Peg admitted and let her body slump into a slobbering mess. Petite, 5'2" Peg was falling apart in front of me. My sister had basically revealed her affection for me and I had no answers for her. Like consoling a child, I wrapped my arm around her and lifted her chin to wipe away a stream of tears. "Oh Peg, maybe if you could have told me about this before... You know, if I WAS attracted to women, you would be at the top of that list," I said, brushing back her dark hair. "Really?" She sniffed. "God YES! Just look at you - you're beautiful! Well, at least, when you're not balling," I laughed and leaned to give her a peck on her forehead. "Yeah sure," she blushed and gave me a half-smile. "Not as good looking as Charly though?" "Don't be silly, Peg. Charly's just a charmer that's all. You've got classic beauty," I added and smiled. "Wish I was a charmer," she said lifting her eyes dripping from mascara to mine. "At least then..." she stopped. "What Peg? At least what?" I asked. "Maybe, at least I could charm you out of a kiss," she mumbled and lowered her head in dejection. "Here, come on now. You can always charm me out of a simple kiss, silly," I laughed and lifted her chin again. Fully intending on giving her a sisterly peck, I let my lips meet hers. Peg's lips met mine with a tenderness I hadn't expected. I backed away slightly, not letting our lips touch any longer than necessary, but she leaned into me. With a sense of urgency, she shifted her head and opened her mouth on mine. "Peg, I just can't give you what you..." I breathed into her mouth, as she ran her hand up my neck and held my head still. "I know... I know, Baby," she whispered, as her tongue parted my lips. Considering the strange sensual feelings that had filled my head that night, I ranked this one somewhere in the middle. Although Charly's kisses were more deliberate and practiced, Peg's tender kisses had genuine affection behind them. This girl wasn't trying to get a rise out of me. She was actually coming on to me. And, by all appearances, she'd been wanting to for quite some time. It was more like being seduced by a man, without the normal forceful groping and slobbering. I was frightfully aware that I was evaluating each minute aspect of each woman's advances. Considering the fact that I was feeling desire for my sister sent a chill through me, clear to the bone. I tore away from her kiss, turned and walked to the door, feeling a sense of shame and arousal. I opened the door, just enough to sneak a peak at Charly having a mini-orgy with Donny and Rob. "Of course, this is something I just as soon not share with our husbands," said Peg, gently running her hands up my robed-covered shoulders from behind. "What's that?" I whispered, staring at Charly in the throes of ecstasy. "My attraction to women... especially you," she said, reaching around me to shut the door and lock it. Not yet ready to face her, I froze, as she undid the bathrobe from my shoulders. She eased my hands to the side, as it fell to the floor. Totally naked, she made me turn to face her. "I want to please you so," pleaded Peg, undoing her blouse and short skirt, as she stared me down. I tried to keep focused on her eyes, but couldn't help and admire her exquisitely tanned physique. Her petite frame may have given her the appearance of a little girl, but she was far from that. She was all woman from head to toe. Tight and slender ankles, thighs and hips gave way to a sensuous tummy and a set of perfectly firm tits. Kicking aside her panties, she gave me a runway turn and showed off her equally perfect, heart-shaped ass. "I'd say my brother is one lucky bastard!" I declared, as Peg backed her luscious curves against me. "I think Donny is the lucky one," she returned and pressed her shoulder blades against my boobs. The slim little brunette spun around and tried to cup my big round tits in her hands. They were too big for her small hands and she retreated to just massaging my nipples. Lowering her face to one breast, she let one hand find its way down my tummy. "They are delicious. I knew they would be," she purred, licked and sucked on my hard nipples.