3 comments/  29200 views/  1 favorites

The Sisters Ch. 01

By: RockStar1



It was almost time, he thought to himself as he watched from his bedroom window...

He was planning something, and for every wicked moment that passed, he knew there would be no turning back. For years now he had watched them grow up from adorable little girls into fully matured, and oh, so shapely women. Now he sat on his bed smoking a cigarette, staring at the girls pictures on his walls. So many pictures. He closed his eyes, took another long slow drag and became lost in his own thoughts. He slid his hand down to feel the hardness developing in his pants. The sisters always seem to have that effect on him anymore.

Donna was the older of the 2 by a few years and had a long and slender body, much like that of a model. She was a bookkeeper now for a small corporation and really liked her job. She was well-suited for it, too. Having control of all those figures and finances gave her a sense of power and in her opinion, the success of any business can be traced to a skilled bookkeeper. She played life like the numbers in her books; detailed and never wavering. She came from a family that held her down most of her life, but is now ready to take control. There's a whole world out there to explore and enjoy and she was ready to experience it, but it would be on her terms now.

Angela was the younger sister. At age 18, she filled out into the shapes and curves that both young and old men dream of. Her innocence was well behind her developed body, and he guessed her experience was further beyond that. Usually around 3pm she would arrive home from high school. It was her senior year and he had a feeling she wouldn't be hanging around after graduation in June. She was the rebel party-girl who was chomping at the bit to get out of that stuffy house.

The sound of the car alarm jarred him from his thoughts and he stood to watch for her to come into his view. Donna walked down the sidewalk and entered the gate approaching her front porch. She didn't notice the figure watching over her. His eyes followed her every movement until the front door closed behind her and she was gone from his sight...but not from his mind. For a long time now he told himself that his fantasies were enough, but were they?? They had taken a nasty turn of late. He could no longer dream about it; he wanted to taste his fantasies.

Friday morning he awoke, worried that he had missed it. He climbed the stairs to the attic where he had set up his camera on the tripod in front of the small triangular window. He set himself on the stool and peered through the lens at the second floor window next door, carefully focusing the zoom. There she was. Angela taking a shower. He was angry with himself for oversleeping and missing Donna first. (He snapped a few more pictures) He wanted a few more shots of both of them before...

Their parents would be leaving for their shore home this afternoon. They usually leave right after lunch to beat the traffic. This worked out well for him because it would give him just enough time to set up the preparations for his fantasy with the sisters. He planned for every detail and wanted to be ready by the time the first one arrives home. He wanted this to be the longest weekend of their lives.

After lunch he watched and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the BMW to back out of the driveway. The second it was out of sight, he grabbed his bag and made his way across his yard, through theirs and on to the patio. He slipped into the kitchen through the French doors.

The house was beautifully decorated and he couldn't help but stop a moment to look at some of the pictures that hung on the wall. There were family pictures of the girls growing up and of vacations from around the country. He tried to relax and look at the pictures, but he suddenly felt a pang of nervousness. What if something went wrong? What if someone had seen him sneaking through the yard or come into the house? He took a deep breath and released it slowly to steady himself. He needed to focus on his plan. He had things to take care of quickly. 

He shot up the steps to Angela's bedroom. It was full of stuffed animals and smelled of perfume. It was invigorating. He could finally put a smell to the girl. She was a typical teenager with walls full of posters and a vanity full of makeup. Her closet was packed with all colors and styles of clothing and shoes with a full-length mirror hinged to the door.

Down the hall was Donna's much more adult room with a certain style befitting a woman coming into her own. A well-organized closet with business suits on one side and casual pieces on the other. She had a corner wall unit with some pictures, knick-knacks, and 2 bottom shelves full of books. There was a reading lamp with an over sized chair next to it. There was a velvet throw lying across the chair. He picked it up and felt its softness between his fingers. He bet it felt good against her bare skin.

He walked into the large bathroom that the girls shared. He was quite familiar with this room although this was the first time he was on this side of the window. He looked out the window up to see the place in his own house where he sat and took his favorite pictures; his eyes staring back at him in the reflection in the glass. He was becoming excited as he glanced at his watch. It would all begin in just about an hour from now.

Then the front door opened and slammed closed. He ran and hid. The sound of feet rushing up the bare wood steps could be heard echoing through the house.

Angela entered her room, threw her books on the bed and flipped on the stereo. She kicked off her shoes and began to dance around to the beat of the music. As she spun around to check out her moves in the mirror on the closet door, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a man's eyes staring back at her.

Before she had a chance to react he leaped toward her, grabbing her hard at the shoulders and pinning her against the wall. She tried to scream, but he covered her mouth with his hand. He told her to keep quiet because if there was any noise, she would pay a dear price and so would her sister. She was scared; her eyes wide open and full of panic.

Where are my parents? Did he hurt them? Is Donna home already? She's not usually here till after 5. How long has he been here? Oh, god...what was he planning on doing? The thoughts were running fast and furious through her head.

He put his face up close to hers. He wanted to make sure he had her undivided attention when he spoke to her.

"Your parents are not here. They have gone down the shore as usual for the whole weekend. As for your sister, she'll be joining us a little later on. Now, I want you to understand that you are to do exactly as I say and everything will be just fine. If not, there will be consequences...not only for you, but also for Donna. Are we clear on this?"

Angela tried to relax, but couldn't stop shaking. How could this be happening to her? All she could do is nod in agreement.

"I will take my hand off your mouth now. There will be no yelling, screaming, or trying to get away...or there will be punishments. The first thing I want you to do is get undressed and sit on the bed until I give you further instructions."

She was horrified, but pulled herself together. There was no way she was taking her clothes off, so as soon as he backed away from her she opened her mouth with a cocky protest full of attitude. He immediately twisted her arms behind her and shoved her back up against the wall.

"As I see it you have no choice and you'd be smart to get it through your pretty little head that I'm the one calling the shots here. The tougher you make it for me now, the worse it will be for your sister. This little outburst of yours just bought Donna some special punishment."

As it sunk in that there was no way out of this for now, the young girl began to cry. "I understand" she said giving in. He released her again and she walked over to the middle of the room and began to undress. He watched with searing lust as she unbuttoned her blouse and he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. She turned her back to him when she unzipped her jeans and removed them and her panties together. 

This was proving to be a good start to the weekend. Angela now sat in front of him naked on the bed. God, she was beautiful. Her breasts were even bigger than he thought and her powder white skin was accented by her red nipples. None of his photos did this vision true justice. He told her to lay back and relax.

She composed herself, stretched out on her back and let her head find the pillow. Her eyes locked on the clock on the shelf next to the bed. Donna would be home in two hours and would figure a way to get them both out of this situation. Unfortunately, thanks to her stupid move earlier, her older sister already unknowingly has some kind of punishment awaiting her. She didn't want to do anything else to jeopardize both of them getting out of this invasion in one piece so she resolved to behave herself. She lay there trying not to cry....

The Sisters Ch. 01



This is the first part of a two-part recounting of my relationship with two magnificent women - my 'wives'. I wrote the first part several years ago so I wouldn't forget the details of how we met. Part 2 gives an update to our lives and answers many questions people have e-mailed me about our life style and us. If you want some erotic passages they're in here, but not right at the beginning of either part. I could post this under Romance, Incest, Group, Erotic Couplings, or Mature -- all reflect our life style and how we live; I chose the later since I still stand in amazement that a guy my age could keep two young and fascinating women happy. (Edited by Jeriscol. My thanks to him.)

*

I heard someone crying from a distance.

The afternoon had a bite to it, crispness in the air that hadn't been there for months. The sun's rays were more slanted too, as I'd run along on the Boston side of the Charles River. Surprisingly, there were few people out for this beautiful late Friday afternoon. I'd already put in six miles and had another mile to go to get back across the river to where I worked in Cambridge. 

But getting there was problematic. Today was what I called "sprint day"; that meant I would run as fast and as hard as I could until my body throbbed in pain, then I'd slow to even a walk until I could again bear the punishment. "No pain, no gain" I kept telling myself. I hadn't done a 'sprint day' in months.

I had just finished the longest sprint yet that afternoon, possibly a quarter mile. I'd pulled up in pain -- a side stitch under my left ribs warning how out of shape I was to be putting my 45-year old body through this kind of torture. I tried to walk it off but the pain persisted. I'd decided lying in the grass and gasping in pain for a few minutes was the best plan of the day when I heard the crying again.

As I lay there panting, I looked around and saw the source of the crying was a young woman by a tree about a hundred feet further off the foot path from me. My first instinct was to leave the poor girl in peace, and so I just lay back and continued gasping for air and massaging my side. 

Gradually my body accepted its fate, and my pain subsided. My young friend was still sobbing mightily into a Kleenex. Several other people that went by noticed her too, but left her alone.

Involvement is my middle name. I have to be involved. My ex-wife had often told me that there were some things that were better left alone; she was one of them. My approach was if it were happening, and I saw it, I wanted to be involved, to help, to know the details.

I finally got up and walked across the space that separated us until I was in her view. She continued to cry.

"Can I help? Are you O.K?" I said to her as I tentatively approached and stooped to make eye contact with her.

She looked at me through her tears and sobbed even harder, throwing her face down into her hands as she sat cross-legged on the ground. 

She was young, perhaps a college undergrad. She was a light brunette with some pretend blond streaked into her very disorderly locks. She had sneakers, shorts, and a Red Sox sweatshirt on, and had a small pocketbook around her neck. A cell phone lay at her side.

I tried to talk to her again, "I just need to know whether you're O.K. Do you need help for any reason? Are you in pain?"

She looked up at me again through her sobs and somehow managed to haltingly say, "No," sob, "I'm," sob, "O.K," wild sobbing. "My," sob, "boyfriend," sob, "just broke," sob "upwithme." 

Wild sobbing again prevailed. I kneeled down about six feet in front of her afraid if I got any closer she'd get a whiff of my body odor, keel over and die. After a minute, when she started to try to get some control over herself, I dared to say a little more.

"You're beautiful; probably more so when your face isn't all screwed up crying. I can introduce you to a dozen guys that would fall all over themselves to be your boyfriend -- probably including me. Whoever tossed you to the curb just doesn't realize what a catch you are. His loss will be someone else's gain. I'd just bet you'll find someone so much better than your ex, you just wait and see."

I paused to see whether the words were having any effect. The crying was dying down, and the sniffling and nose-blowing phase were starting. 

She looked over at me, and snuffled out a big "Why?" Then burst in a crying jag again.

I answered, "Guys can be really callous and careless. Sometimes shit just happens. Sometimes I guess it's necessary for guys to get all macho and tell someone we really care about that we don't love them anymore. We push away the thing we love. Maybe it's a statement about our independence from women, or maybe we feel that we're not worthy of being loved by someone as nice as you. Sometimes we rationalize that the other person made us do it too, although they didn't."

She blinked rapidly and dabbed eyes and nose with the shredded remnants of her tissue. Still snuffling she said, "Did you do that?" Her face screwed up again, and she let out a single long sob.

"Yea. I guess I did in some ways. That's how you get to be my age and single again."

"Huh? Oh dear, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." Sniffle! "I mean you're a stranger. What's your name?"

"I'm Jim Allen. I work over there," and I pointed across the river to a fifteen-story building I spent most of my waking hours in. "And you are?"

"I'm Kim. Kim Windsor. I live back there a couple of blocks," and she gestured over her shoulder towards some of the brownstones on the other side of Storrow Drive in Back Bay.

"Are you in college?" I asked.

She actually smiled through her sorrowful face. "I graduated about five years ago; I just look young." She put her legs straight out in front of her, pulled her sweatshirt from her body and leaned down and wiped her entire face with it. I think she was through crying. She managed one long, loud sigh and took in a huge amount of air then slowly expelled it and shuddered. She was emotionally drained.

"Walk with me," I suggested. "You pick the direction. The act of moving will help you feel better. At least you'll be doing something."

Kim looked up at me with watery eyes and a questioning look. I stepped closer and offered a hand up. She took it and I pulled her to her feet. She gathered her purse and phone.

"I apologize for my sweaty condition. I probably smell like a camel. I'll understand if you want to walk the other way. Just tell me and I'll get lost."

"No. I'll walk with you." She hesitated with a weak smile. "I'd like to talk to someone and not be alone."

We started to walk slowly along the river towards the Half Shell -- the outdoor stage where the Boston Pops gives summer concerts. 

"What do you do over there?" Kim asked through some sniffles and pointed towards my office building.

"I run a small design and engineering shop. There are fifty of us. I started it about ten years ago. Somehow we ended up here in Cambridge. The rent was right at the time; we did a long-term lease. I couldn't afford the rates they're charging today. We'll probably have to move the business to the 'burbs in another ten when the lease runs out." I was babbling. She was looking better.

A few hundred feet past the Half Shell we came to the base of the Longfellow Bridge. 

"If you walk me across the bridge, I can shower. I'll buy you coffee or a glass of wine." I paused. "At least I'll be out of my running togs and smell better." I gestured towards my odoriferous body.

Kim smiled and started up the steps to the walk across the bridge. The evening runners were starting to appear in larger numbers now. Mostly we had to walk single file as we kept dodging them all the way across the bridge.

"What do you do?" I asked Kim near the Cambridge side of the bridge.

"I work in an ad agency just off Boylston Street. It's small too, but we have the Macy's and Fidelity Investment accounts along with some smaller ones. I'm a computer nut, so I end up doing a lot of the art and presentation stuff."

"What'd you major in?"

"Art history, of course," she smiled over her shoulder as she walked along.

I was paying obvious attention to Kim's perky backend that was swaying along in front of me when she turned around to ask me something and caught me. I was toast. Instead, she just turned back with a slight smile again on her pretty face.

"Do you always rescue crying maidens from along the Charles?" she asked over her shoulder. 

"Don't find enough to make a career of it," I replied. After a few seconds, "I'm so glad you're feeling better, at least on the outside. It'll work its way inside too."

Kim shot me a grateful glance. 

"I like to be involved, to know what's happening and why. In another life I'm probably the inquiring reporter on the six o'clock news." We walked along about thirty feet. "Besides, I'm a sucker for damsels crying in distress."

When we got to my office building, I left her in the lobby and told I'd be back in flash. I headed off to the locker room our landlord so generously provided the tenants.

Twenty minutes later the elevator doors opened and let me back into the lobby. Kim was seated beside the lobby fountain and waiting for me. She'd pulled herself together, washed her face in the ladies room, and somehow managed to brush out some of the kinks in her gorgeous crop of hair. She smiled as I walked up to her.

"Much more presentable," she said as she sized me up.

"I clean up well, and you look gorgeous," I offered. "Are you warm enough to sit outside?"

"Yes. Where?"

"About two-minutes that way," I gestured. We headed off in temporary silence as I led the way through the maze of walkways and alleys near my building. I was trying to gage what I could say that would make her feel better about being dumped. She seemed level headed so I thought a direct approach might be best.

After we were seated in the sidewalk bar of the Marriott, and had ordered two Kendall Jackson chardonnays, I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Kim looked deep into my eyes, almost pleading. I could see the wheels turning as she tested whether she did or not. 

"No, not now. Maybe later."

"What can I say that would make you feel better?" I asked.

"Well, for one, you were doing a pretty good job when you first started talking to me. Nothing makes a girl feel wanted more than a handsome knight coming to her rescue, and then telling her she's the best."

I took the hint, "Well, those words certainly came easily. They're true. You're star quality. Look around. I'm the old guy lucky enough to be sitting with the most beautiful girl in the place, hell in Boston or maybe even the whole United States."

Kim actually blushed. She laughed and said, "More, more!" Then she put her hand up in a stop gesture to indicate that she was only kidding. 

"Don't you see yourself?" I asked.

"Oh, I know I'm on the attractive side of the scale. But there's this personality that goes with it. You haven't judged that," she turned to me, "Or have you? Sometimes I'm too sensitive or too scared of my own shadow. I'm not the most secure person on the planet. I can be pushy too at other times."

"Yes, I did judge. I like scared, sensitive, pushy people."

Out of left field she asked, "What was your wife like ... your marriage ... kids?"

"Whoa!" I gasped. "That's a surprise." I was silent for a moment then offered more of an answer. "Megan and I were both twenty and in college when we married and twenty-one when Jeff came along and twenty-two when Meredith arrived. We struggled trying to keep it together for a decade, thinking that many of the problems we faced were just normal for young newlyweds going through college and then getting started. By then we'd really started to go in different directions."

Kim nodded to me to go on.

"We lasted five more years after than. Megan had found a new love during that time, and I'd fallen in love with my work. The kids were pretty well grown and accepted our separation and then a few years later our divorce -- we didn't do that until they'd both left the nest and started college. It was no surprise anyway."

"Where are they now?" Kim asked.

"Megan lives with her new hubby outside Hartford. They're both in insurance. We're actually still friends although I haven't seen her for several years. Jeff is twenty-four and works for a construction outfit in Florida. Meredith, I call 'Mer', is in Malawi, Africa, trying to solve world hunger and stop the tribes in neighboring countries from warring. Everyone landed on both feet; stable and prosperous bunch we are." I smiled.

"And did you remarry," Kim asked.

"No, not at all. I guess I've been gun shy for a long time. I seldom date. Even now I find it easier to lose myself in work than look for a new relationship. I'm not a 'hang around a bar' kinda guy, and the idea of Internet dating freaks me out. Speed dating has some appeal, but I've never tried it. What about you? You've had me doing most of the revealing."

Kim told me about herself, at least a little. She'd grown up and gone to college in Syracuse; her parents still lived on one of the Finger Lakes near there. She had a sister she was very close to that was a year younger who lived and worked just outside Boston. It seemed that the whole family was artistic in someway.

I went back and dug out more of my history too: grew up on Long Island, college in Delaware, lived and worked in Wilmington for the early married years, then we up and moved to a Boston suburb so I could take a job and a promotion at an engineering company. Picked up a masters degree at MIT along the way and started my own business ten years earlier. Parents retired in Bradenton, Florida. Dad had been a CPA and Mom a schoolteacher. Older brother a civil servant at NASA; he's married and living with his nice wife and two kids outside Baltimore.

More important to me than sharing our histories was that we were warming up to each other and Kim had regained control of herself. We'd shifted closer and were allowing some subtle touching, even flirting. I didn't want to push things as I might have since I figured Kim was still hurting from her afternoon breakup. 

After our glasses were empty, I made a bold move and suggested dinner. "I live about two minutes from here. How about we get some take out and go and eat there? It'll be warmer, and it has a great view of the City."

"Where do you live?" Kim asked.

I pointed nearly straight up. "I have a condo in the building across the street, up on the top floor."

"Wow," was all Kim could muster. She mulled the idea over for about ten seconds, and then said, "Yes. Where do we get take out?"

"There's a food court over there between those buildings. Nothing great, but it'll get us started. I have some stuff to supplement with upstairs."

We settled up for the wine, walked over to the food court, and ten minutes later got off the elevator on my floor of the condo. I suggested she set the food on the floor and close her eyes for minute while I walked her into the condo so she could get the full effect of the view. She did, and I led her with her eyes shut through the door and into the living room.

"Stand there while I pull the curtains back. Keep your eyes shut." I pulled the curtains wide open. Then I said, "OK, now look."

She blinked open. The entire Boston skyline was aglow in the fading sunset, but all the lights in the buildings were coming on and twinkled before her in a spectacular view.

"Oh my God," she said, "This is the most beautiful view I've ever seen."

I retrieved the food from the hallway and moved into the kitchen while Kim stood transfixed by the view, her arms folded across her chest. I'd laid out the Chinese dinners we'd bought in serving dishes and set two places on my dining room table. For once, it was amazingly clear of work and piles of paper. I also put on some Eva Cassidy music softly in background.

"We can move the table in front of the window," I said. "Would you like to?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Kim answered. "I love this view. All I look out on is an alley way."

We both carried the food-laden table over in front of the window and then two chairs. I'd opened some more wine, and she accepted when I gestured from the kitchen. We ate slowly and let our conversation wander where it would. I was enthralled with this young woman, both at her maturity, her work ethic, and her apparent resilience over how she'd been four hours ago. I thought I was probably having some effect on her, but couldn't be sure except for the body language and her eyes -- her beautiful green eyes that could look so deep into my soul.

After dinner, we cleaned up and put the leftovers in my fridge. For the first time in years, it felt comfortable to have a woman around. 

I made some coffee and produced two small dishes of ice cream to serve as dessert. We put the table back in the corner and sat side by side on the sofa looking out at Boston at night and listening to the soft jazz. I'm not sure when it happened, but soon she was against me, and then my arm was around her and she was nestled into my neck. We didn't say much; we just sat like that for a long time.

Kim's breathing got heavy and I know she dozed off for a while. I could imagine how exhausted she was from the afternoon and turn of events I'd provided her for the evening. I nuzzled into her hair and kissed her gently. I guess we were both very comfortable with one another.

She sat up at one point and rubbed her eyes. 

"Do you want to stay? I have a guest bedroom and a night shirt." I offered.

"Yes." She paused. "Can I sleep here looking at the City?"

"Of course." I rose and returned a minute later with a bath towel; one of my clean running shirts I thought might make a decent nightshirt, a pillow, and a fuzzy blanket. She gave me a sleepy smile and headed for the guest bath. 

I headed to my bedroom to wash up. Later I heard her emerge from the bath and head back to the living room. I went in and said, "If you need anything, anything at all, just give me a shout." I paused, and then added softly, "Goodnight Sweetness." She waved from the sofa.

I curled up in my bed and went to sleep almost immediately.

About four o'clock in the morning, I became aware that Kim had climbed onto the bed and been sleeping next to me -- atop the covers but with her blanket and pillow. I smiled to myself and spooned up against her as best I could given the sheet and blankets between us. I put my arm around her and went back to my blissful dreams feeling like the knight in shining armor she'd called me earlier.

I awoke first at seven o'clock, my normal wake-up time. I lay in bed and studied Kim's sleeping face. A lock of hair lazily draped across her cheek, her breathing deep and dreamful, one hand across her chest. This was probably the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. Her face and stature were model quality. Even closed, her eyes looked seductive.

Deep inside you know when you're asleep and someone is watching you. You have the choice of integrating that knowledge into your dream of the moment or waking. Kim smiled in her sleep for a while to indicate she'd done the first. Then her breathing changed and finally about eight o'clock she opened her eyes squinting in the morning sunlight sneaking through the shades.

"Good morning Sweetness," I said softly.

"I wanted to be near you in the night. I hope it's OK that I came in."

I just nodded, then leaned over and kissed her cheek. She snuggled up against me more, and I wrapped my arms around her.

"I'm glad I'm here," Kim whispered, "I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." I kissed her again; this time she turned and our lips met for the first time. We lingered over the kiss and the ones that followed. They weren't particularly passionate, but they did convey the love and tenderness of the moment.




The Sisters Ch. 01



Somewhere along the one-hundredth kiss Kim whispered, "Make love to me. Please." She pulled my head to her lips yet again to confirm her wish.

"Are you sure," I ventured. "There's a lot happening in your life right now. I'm sort of Mr. Rebound and the knight from yesterday, plus there's a few years between us." 

I took a breath to continue, but Kim's lips blocked my saying anything further. A few seconds later she was under the covers pressed against me, our bare legs entwined with that wonderful skin-to-skin feel.

My hands became more aggressive. I rubbed into her torso and then across her breasts, testing her request through her t-shirt. She rose to meet them, and our kisses hardened.

Kim reached down and rubbed my inflating cock through my briefs. I responded even faster to the stimulus and took the invitation to probe into Kim's pussy area. She hummed her pleasure into my mouth as I stroked across the region.

We each reached down and pulled our underwear off, then pulled our t-shirts over our heads. 

Kim's body was a joy to see. As far as I could see it was flawless. She was generously endowed, probably a 36C. The trim figure that I'd speculated about beneath her demure shorts and sweatshirt was superb.

I leaned over to her and inhaled the nipple area of one breast into my mouth and sucked hard. Kim's head went back, and she pulled me into her with a deliberate move that told me this was what she wanted. As I sucked her hips started gyrated slowly. She pushed her pussy against my leg and started to hump in pace with my moves.

I reached over and toyed with her pussy with my right hand, fingering her lips and clitoris as I explored. Finally, I penetrated her with a couple of fingers. I found a sensitive place because she moaned, so I put some focus there as I sucked on the other breast.

"Come over me," Kim whispered. "Do me."

I repositioned between her legs, holding my very erect penis in my hand as I lowered my body into hers. I rubbed some of her juices from her folds onto my cock and then let her reach down and take over. She positioned me at her opening and thrust up into me as I pushed down into her. 

I sank deep into her on the first stroke; she was sopping wet. She gasped. "Oh, wow. Oh wow. Ohhhhhhh."

We stroked in unison, and I went deeper yet. On the third stroke our pubic bones pressed against one another; the end of my cock was up against her cervix. We were both in ecstasy. 

We were responsive lovers to one another. Her ups complemented my downs as we banged into each other slowly at first and then with an increased urgency to complete. Other than our moans, hums of encouragement, and gasps of pleasure, we went many minutes without saying a word; the only sound was the unmistakable sound of our bodies pulsing into one another.

As we got closer to our end I asked, "Protection?"

"Pill," she responded.

I said, "Then in thirty seconds something really great is going to happen for me. Where are you?"

"I'm about where you are," Kim gasped.

I ratcheted up our speed, thrusting deep into her body. She wrapped her legs further and more tightly around my back and yanked me into her depths with more force.

A wave of pleasure washed over me as my climax arrived. My back arched as I made the last several thrusts into Kim's heavenly body. She was arched off the bed too -- shoulders and buttocks in solid contact but chest thrust up into me. 

Kim was moaning, "Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh shit, Oh wow, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh," gasping for air and then repeating the chant.

I ejected my cum into her just as she let loose a jet of her own ejaculate. We clung to one another and collapsed, eventually rolling to our sides so we could lavish more kisses on each other through our panting as well as smooth each other's bodies.

Although our bodies returned to some semblance of normal breathing, we remained joined, my cock locked in Kim's warmth by our desire to remain together.

I kissed her eyelids and ran my tongue around her neck. She was equally oral, French kissing me as often as our lips came near each other and sensually tonguing my ears and neck. 

It occurred to me that there was no abatement to our passionate moves on each other. In fact, we were stimulating each other more after our first orgasms than we were before. I leaned in and suckled her breasts again as she cradled my head.

Finally, I felt the urge again and began a gentle in and out motion with my hips. I was remarkably still hard.

Kim whispered, "Roll so I'm on top."

We rolled onto my back, and then Kim pulled her knees up beside me and took control of our union. She leaned in so I could suck on each breast as she presented them to me, yet she assumed the fucking motion of our hips, rotating back and forth. I reached between our bodies and put my thumb on her clit and started to massage it in time with our thrusts.

Again, our thrusts became increasingly intense. Our fluids from our previous orgasms lubricated our revived union, seeping over both of us as we thrust. The sounds were increasingly those of a wet union. 

We watched each other and enjoyed the sight of each other's glistening bodies. We were working hard at this. We smiled and kissed and smoothed and then finally came again. Backs arched and our respiratory systems went on alert to provide the oxygen each of us desperately needed after so much exertion.

Kim fell onto me and allowed me to cuddle her into me. I pulled a sheet over us and showered her with kisses. She returned the sentiment. 

There was no remaining joined this time. I deflated and slid from Kim's warm vagina. We watched each other with humor as we both slowly felt my cock sliding from her tunnel. At the last second, Kim clenched her vaginal muscles and expelled me quite forcibly along with a dollop of our mixed juices. We both laughed.

"You're fun," I said. "And, we're both in need of a shower. Care to join me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said. Neither of us moved. Kim then asked pointing towards the bathroom door, "How do I get from here to there without spilling all over the place?"

I stretched so I could reach the drawer of my bedside table. I produced several tissues and passed them to her. Kim made a pad and held it against her pussy then un-straddled me and went into the bathroom. I followed.

We took a very long shower, paying a lot of attention to each other's genitals and breasts. We also kissed a lot. Afterwards, I threw on a robe. Kim opted for a thin t-shirt and nothing else, a fact that distracted me for the rest of the morning.

I cooked us a wholesome breakfast. Kim sat at the counter, looked beautiful and watched as I created an omelet and served up juice and coffee. 

"You're quite the chef," she chided.

"Necessity is the mother of invention," I retorted. "Not all bachelors have bad eating habits, although I confess to eating out a lot at the neighborhood restaurants around here. I know most of their menus by heart. Seldom for breakfast, however."

Kim was showing a lot of thigh and it most distracting since I was again feeling as though I wanted to pick up where we'd left off. Occasionally she'd flash me with an evil smile. 

We ate on the sofa looking out at the Boston skyline. The day was sunny and inviting to be outdoors. I'd opted for my present company rather than returning for a Saturday in the office as I so often did.

When we'd finished and were both gazing outward I tentatively asked, "How are you feeling today?"

"Fine."

"Do you have plans the rest of the day? What would you like to do?"

"Hummmmm."

"Could you vocalize what you're thinking?" I asked.

"In a minute."

"Can I get you more coffee?" I said, as I got up and headed towards the kitchen. She held her mug out in an affirmative gesture.

I poured us both a second cup of coffee and rejoined her on the sofa. This time I positioned myself to look at her.

"You're staring at me."

"Yes," I agreed. "I feel you are about to take flight and I never want to forget you, what you look like, what you smell like, how you kiss, how we loved, how you touched me in so many ways in so short a time."

Kim looked at me and then started tearing. "Oh Jim," she sobbed as she threw herself from the sofa into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me.

"Talk to me," I said.

"I'm so confused," she blurted out. "Yesterday at this time, I was thinking how to patch up my relationship with this guy my age named Daniel who I'd been going out with for three years. We'd even lived together for the last three months. Then in the afternoon he calls me and tells me he's done. Not only is he done, he's already moved out. I think he's with another girl from his work out class in Woburn. He didn't tell me that, but I'm making an educated guess."

I encouraged, "And?"

"After he called I held myself together; I left work and went to my apartment. He'd gone just as he'd said. At least he'd left much of the stuff I thought we'd bought together, like CDs and some of the posters. I feel abandoned but not raped. I knew it was falling apart; I just hadn't thought through how we'd actually end it."

I offered, "You know you just walked into another relationship from that one if I can capture your attention and you don't mind having an old guy like me panting after you." I made a good doggie face, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Kim sniffled again. "I know. I can't believe it. I was like never sure where I stood with Daniel. He never said anything like that. I sort of assumed since he hung around a lot, and we'd decided to share a place that we were getting more serious, but I guess that wasn't a good assumption. Things sort of went the other way after we moved in together." She paused and looked at me with big round eyes, "And then you came along." She threw herself onto my chest and hugged me. "My mind's a mess."

I thought for a moment as I hugged her and then said, "We've been with each other about twenty hours and so far, so good. We've been through the basics of 'who are you' and 'what do you do,' but if either of us is interested in more of a relationship we should start dating, or whatever passes for that between the two of us. I will go on record and say you are a breath of fresh air in my life, and I would like to date you and see where we can take this." My heart fluttered as I admitted my affection for her.

Kim squeezed me tightly which I took as a positive sign. She snuggled her head deeper into my chest.

I went on, "We've had an unusual start to this. Helping a beautiful but crying woman is something I've never done before. I know I've never had sex on a first date if that was even a first date. I'm worried about two other things too. First, I might end up being Mr. Rebound and I don't want to play that role; I don't think it would end well for either of us. Second, I'm about twenty years older than you are and I'm guessing you haven't thought about what that means if we get serious -- which, by the way, I'm feeling inclined to be."

Kim squeezed me again, then lifted her head and kissed me softly on the lips.

We were silent for a while, then I said, "Your turn."

"OK. I don't know whether you're Mr. Rebound. Time will tell, and I am making a note to myself to be brutally honest if I ever sense that to be. I mean Daniel and I were really through three months ago, moving in together made things worse not better. So I guess I'd really written him off a while ago, I just didn't want to deal with it. So are you Mr. Rebound? Right now, it doesn't feel like that. It just feels as though I came out of something bad into something good. Poor transition I must admit."

Kim continued, "I sort of like the age thing. You don't have the insecurity that so many guys my age do. You know what you're about and why you're here. Further, you've already accomplished something. I'm in awe that you'd even consider a relationship with me. I mean I could have been one of your kid's classmates." She thought for a moment then added with a giggle, "If we date, I don't want another parent."

She went on, "I guess I'm scared that you'll find I'm too immature or insecure," she paused and thought, "or flaky or just too young and inexperienced. Plus you've been a happy bachelor for years; why would you want to give that up. You've already had your 'family years' -- why start again."

This time I wrapped Kim in my arms and hugged her. I tilted her head up to me and kissed her tenderly.

I said, "We just have to be together for a while and then reevaluate, huh?"

"Yeah," she said, "And then reevaluate. That sounds very much like an engineer." She laughed and hugged me. 

"Come. Let's do something rather than mope about what has been or might be," I said, and pulled Kim to her feet. "Let's get dressed, although I hate to see the disappearance of all that skin." I gestured towards her nakedness below the waist.

Kim shuffled off to the bathroom and dressed. I pulled on shorts and a golf shift. We met in the living room.

"What's the plan," she said.

"Well," I imagine you'd like to change clothes, so let's first go to your place then we're going to Maine for a lobster lunch.

I grabbed a duffle bag, sport coat, my camera, and car keys and we rode down to the garage, got in my little sports car and in ten minutes we'd found a parking spot near Kim's apartment. She led me up the stairs and into her brownstone. She had a Spartan one-bedroom apartment of about 600 square feet. It was tastefully decorated in early hand-me-downs. The many holes on the bookcase and a few empty boxes signaled that someone had recently moved out; I didn't say anything.

I waited while Kim changed into casual garb. She came out with a questioning look on her face. She didn't say anything but looked as though she were trying to read what I was thinking.

I helped her. "Yes, pack an overnight bag at least for the weekend." She nodded and disappeared into the bedroom again. Two minutes later she appeared with a duffle, and a hanger with a dress covered with laundry plastic.

"You have messages," I said, pointing to her blinking answering machine.

"Oh," she picked up the phone and hit the play button. I watched the look on her face go from one of neutral interest to one of concern, and then she relaxed again. She hit the Erase button. 

"OK, let's go. I need to call my sister, but I can do that from the car."

As we headed back to Storrow Drive in my car, Kim pulled out her cell phone and hit a speed dial. I couldn't help but listen to at least her side of the conversation. Something like "Hi Stacy, you called? ... Well, it's a long story but Daniel's finally gone ... Yes ... No ... Don't know for sure ... Oh, last night. Hummm. No, I wasn't home at all ... Sorry ... You could have called my cell ... Oh, I must have turned it off ... No I slept at a friend's house ... No, a guy friend ... Jim Rice, he lives in Cambridge ... No, I didn't want to be alone ... Now? Well I'm in Jim's Porsche and we're going to Maine for the day ... Oh, about twenty hours ... He sort of rescued me from the worst cry and depression of my life ... Out by the Charles River ... Yes ... No more details to share for now ... Well, maybe tomorrow, if I can talk him into it," Kim gave me a questioning look; I shrugged. "I'll call you later ... Love you too, bye."

Kim turned to me, "My sister is protective. She wants to meet you tomorrow if you're willing."

We stopped at a light. I leaned over and kissed Kim. "Sooner is better than later. I need the Good Housekeeping stamp of approval I guess."

We shot up I95 and got off in Kittery, Maine. We headed for the water and soon found ourselves navigating narrow streets with twists and turns as we tried to stay as close to the waterfront as we could. Eventually we found ourselves out at a long beach, part sand, and part rocks. Despite the 'residents only' sign we parked and walked along the beach, picking up interesting shells and rocks, then clamoring over some of the rocks to get near the surf.

Back in the car we continued poking along the waterfront, eventually coming to a lobster pound. We each had one-and-a-half lobster rolls, with diet cokes and chips. They were wonderful. I really felt as though I was young and in love again for the first time in more than a decade.

After lunch, I went to the men's room at the little restaurant. When I came out, Kim was talking to her sister Stacy again. She smiled enigmatically at me just before she hung up. We drove along with no particular destination. We stopped in an antique store, got a mid-afternoon TCBY, walked around a Revolutionary War fort, and finally pulled into the Schooner Inn in Kennebunk. We sat on the Inn's deck holding hands and savored a late afternoon glass of wine.

Kim said, "You know it was about this time yesterday that you saved me." She squeezed my hand and gave me a loving look.

"Anytime, Ma'am, anytime. Service is our middle name." I squeezed back.

"No, you really saved me. One minute I was in deep depression wondering how I could go on without Asshole, and the next I'm wondering why I didn't get rid of him and find you much earlier in my life."

"You would have been jail bait, my dear," I answered. "Do you know what synchronicity is?"

"No, not really. I've heard the term."

"Well, it has a spiritual component to it and it's when two or more unrelated things happen in a really meaningful manner, so much so that you wonder whether they were really independent. I think it came from Carl Jung. So yesterday you had at least two meaningful events in your life that had to happen in the order they did. First, Daniel moved on and you were shattered by it. Second, I found you or we found each other and that only because I had a side stitch that forced me to stop running where it did. The events are related in concept, but you couldn't have planned them if you'd been trying. That's synchronicity."

We were silent for a long moment then I asked, "You don't have to be anywhere the rest of the weekend do you?"

"No, just I told Stacy I'd call her again."

"You call Stacy; I'll be right back." I left our outdoor table for ten minutes and went into the Inn's registration and signed us up for a room for the night as well as dinner reservations. I also arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to Kim while we sat outside enjoying our wine.

"What were you up to?" Kim asked suspiciously when I returned to the porch.

I sat down with a smirk on my face; "Oh, nothing bad. You'll see." She poked my ribs.

We gazed out at the ocean and watched people walking up and down the beach. 

"What do you think love is?" Kim asked.

"A mile wide question," I stated. "I wouldn't answer that the same way today that I would have twenty years ago. There's a quote I found years ago and memorized that sums up part of my philosophy about friendship and love -- and I they're intertwined. The poet is anonymous as far as I know." 





The Sisters Ch. 01



Kim had tears in her eyes.

"Third, you have to keep giving your 'best' -- you can't sit back on your laurels and what you said or did days, months, or years before. You have to keep finding your best and putting it forward as part of what you share. It's important to do it because you want to, not because the other person demands it. Thus, I must keep reminding myself not to take either myself or the other person for granted."

"Fourth, there's nothing in love that implies you either have to own or lose yourself to the other person; in fact, one broken marriage to the point, you have to remain two independent free-thinking individuals and not give up who you are to the relationship nor try to live your life through someone else. Each person has to grow separately so they have something to bring to the table; you have to be open to that growth in each other, even to the extent of letting them interact with other people and even letting them love other people; however they choose."

"Lastly, there's a spiritual part to the union that to me says you have to touch your lover on many different levels, including a spiritual plane. Love and intimacy keep changing. My parents are more in love now than they've ever been; they no longer exude that aura of passion that they probably had when they'd just met. They're on a different plane now, and I've watched them be on several others too. I guess I'll stop philosophizing now," I signaled I was through for now with the wave of my arm towards the ocean.

Kim digested all that, and I was silent, letting it sink in. A tear rolled down her cheek. Finally, she said "Wow. I keep saying that a lot around you. You amaze me." With that she got up and moved directly in front of me. She leaned down and gave me the warmest most wonderful kiss I've probably ever had. I lost track of time and space. It was a religious experience.

She sat down again after that. We held hands again and were silent for a long time. We alternated between studying one another and looking out at the ocean. 

Finally, we were interrupted when the young woman from the reception desk came out on the porch with a huge bouquet of flowers. She walked over and addressed Kim.

"Excuse me, are you Kim Windsor?"

Kim was nonplused. She stuttered out, "Yes."

"These arrived for you"; she passed the entire bouquet to Kim. The other guests on the deck had all turned to look at the presentation. The hotel girl turned and left.

Kim stood there looking confused for a second but then said, "Oh, wait, there's a card. How did anyone know I was here?" She looked at me suspiciously. "Hold these for a second."

She opened the card and read the sentiment. I admit I'd been sappy when I thought it up. The card said, "To the nicest thing to happen in my life perhaps forever. Love. Jim."

Kim's face balled up, and she let out a huge sob and threw herself at me. Somehow I managed to get the flowers out of the way. We hugged, and she smothered my face with kisses. She kept saying, "Oh, Oh, Oh," between each kiss. Finally, she stopped when some of the other people on the deck applauded our small show of affection.

Kim pulled away, wiping her eyes. I smiled and took a small bow to a few of our neighbors. I reached down and picked up the flowers and graciously presented them to Kim again. She clutched them to her chest and leaned in a kissed me again. "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. You can't imagine what these mean to me!"

"Oh, I think I can. That's why they're here." I put my arm around her and pulled her close. 

I sat down, and Kim sat in my lap. She put her head on my shoulder. We sat there, flowers and all, and watched the sun rush toward the horizon.

At one point the hostess silently caught my eye asking whether we wanted another round of drinks. I nodded to her and gave her a thumbs up gesture. A few minutes later she returned with two glasses of wine and plate of cheese and crackers. 

We unfurled ourselves of each other and again sat in separate chairs. Kim asked with a smile, "I take it we're having dinner here?"

"Better than that, guess again." I said.

She looked puzzled for a minute, and then tentatively offered, "Are we staying here?"

"Yes"

Kim got up and came over and gave me another one of those sizzling, mind-blowing, space and time warping kisses. I went weak all over. "Thank you" she whispered in my ear.

We stayed on the deck finishing our wine until the sun kissed the horizon. I suggested we should change for dinner, "I think it's a little dressier here than we are now."

We walked out to the car and retrieved our bags. We carried them up to our room along with Kim's flowers. The room was spacious and gave a warm welcome. The staff had left a vase for her to keep the flowers in.

Kim took her bag and dress as well as her cell phone and went into the bathroom. She gave me that "I'll be a while" look. I shrugged. Five minutes later I'd changed into slacks, loafers, and a clean sport shirt and blazer. 

I asked through the bathroom door how she was doing. "Twenty minutes" she said back. I could tell she was back on the phone with her sister. 

"I'll head downstairs then. Meet you in the lobby. I want to look around." I left the room and headed down to the hotel gift shop that I'd seen earlier. I wanted to get something special for her.

After an exhaustive search I saw a silk shawl that just seemed to have Kim's name on it. It had a bright paisley pattern that I thought would go with about anything she wanted to wear. I bought it and the shopkeeper was even able to find a box that just fit it. I thanked her gratefully.

I strolled around the lobby area and discovered much to my delight that there was a jazz quartet playing in the hotel bar that evening. Dancing was even encouraged I was told to my query at the desk. 

I was back by the elevator when the door opened, and Kim emerged. She looked stunning. She had a little black dress on with black patent leather spike heels -- my favorite. She'd pulled her hair up into a twist that really complemented her face. The makeup she'd applied amplified her attractiveness without going over the top. She was stunning. People in the lobby gawked at her beauty; I was one of them.

I walked up and kissed her lightly, then presented her with the shawl. "I hope you like this. I think it'll be a nice accessory for you." Kim looked as though she wanted to cry again.

She took a deep breath and opened the box. "Oh! Wow! I love it!" she said in a very excited voice. Several older guests in the lobby turned to see what her exclamation was about. I heard one older woman say to her husband 'How come you never do that for me?'

Kim wrapped the shawl around her shoulders and modeled it for me. I was pleased. She said, "It turns this dress from a plain black dress into something I'd wear to meet the Queen. This is great." With that she plastered herself against me again and gave me a solid kiss. "Thank you. Oh, dear, I've gotten lipstick on you." She produced a tissue from thin air and rubbed at my lips for a few seconds while keeping her hips pressed against mine. "There!" 

She went on, "You are going to spoil me rotten if you keep this up. But don't stop." Then in a partial whisper she said, "Are you trying to get in my pants?"

"Yes" was all I said with the most lecherous look I could summon.

"Well," she said, "you're succeeding."

"Come m' lady. Dinner awaits us." I offered Kim my arm, and we walked together down the long hallway to the restaurant.

Dinner was a romantic affair. We had a table overlooking the ocean. Total darkness hadn't quite arrived yet, so we could still see the glow from the west when we first sat down. I don't think we cared what we ate, what we cared about was being with each other and touching and fondling each other's hands across the table.

About nine o'clock, I heard the jazz quartet start playing in the lounge area. I signed for dinner, and we headed to the lounge. 

We sat close and listened to few numbers, then danced to a few. We seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces. There wasn't much air between us. We just swayed together on floor hugging and kissing one another. She had her hand on the back of my neck; I was rubbing her all over. I think we were about the get thrown out of the place for lewd and indecent acts.

Finally, Kim whispered in my ear, "Take me upstairs and make love to me."

"I've never wanted anything more in my life," I said. I signed for our drinks in the lounge, and we went up to the room.

Kim came into my arms as the door to the room closed. She put a finger on my lips then said, "You have won my heart and my soul -- and in only a day. No one ... no one has ever treated me the way you have. I feel so loved and so honored by you. I find myself thinking I must have had a horrid time in some other life to have you come into my life and treat me the way you do, because right now I feel like I'm in heaven." Another tear of joy ran down her cheek.

She pulled her finger away and gave me another of her soul-searing kisses. Then she started to unbutton my shirt and started to rub her groin against mine. I hardened rapidly in response.

As my shirt came off I finally found the zipper on her dress. I tossed her shawl aside and slipped the dress forward off her body. She stepped out of it and undid my belt and zipper. Soon, I'd stepped out of my pants and shed my briefs. She tossed her bra and thong aside too.

I pulled her to the king-size bed and pulled back the covers so we had the entire surface to explore. I pushed Kim onto her back and then hovered over her, running my tongue around her face, neck, and then down her chest to one breast.

I made passionate love to that breast for a minute before I slid to the other side and gave equal time to its mate. Next I tongued down her body to her navel and then down to where her pelvic bones were evident. I made love to those areas then ran my tongue down one leg and up the other, carefully avoiding her pussy. She moaned as I by-passed the region a second time; I heard a whispered "Please" from her lips.

I circled again, and this time plunged my tongue into her pubic hair, enjoying the sensation of her wiry hair against my cheek and tongue. My next move was to encircle her vulva with my tongue. I was working my way to the center of the universe.

I knew I was teasing yet this was also such delightful foreplay. Kim was clearly enjoying every second of my attention.

Carefully avoiding her clitoris I sucked her labia into my mouth -- first one side and then the other. Kim was exceptionally moist, and her taste and musky aroma were truly intoxicating. I used my tongue on her clitoral hood dipping down to brush against the very tip. Kim jerked when I touched this area telling me I'd found one of her sweet spots. I continued to circle and come back to that spot. Kim was moaning and had moved her hands to my head to hold me to her zone.

I started to use my hands for the first time since I'd pulled her to the bed. As I kept my tongue busy in her pussy I reached up and massaged her right breast and then her nipple. I pinched her nipple and sucked on her clitoris with extra force, and Kim had an immediate orgasm.

Kim emitted a long and loud moan and then a little shriek as the climax hit. She pulled my head into her hard and moved her knees up around my shoulders and squeezed me gently. 

She blurted out between gasps for air, "Oh God. This just keeps getting better and better." 

I shifted position slightly so I could reach her other breast and continued my assault on her pussy. This time I inserted a couple of fingers into her vagina as I persisted with my tongue action. I moved around until I felt Kim shudder from the action inside her; I'd found another sweet spot.

She pulled me into her again, but I wouldn't yield. I worked each hand and tongue hard until Kim started her moaning and again arched her back and gave in to a second climax.

After she'd come down a bit from her high she said, "Come here, you," pulling me up so we could kiss.

"Yum, I can taste me on you. I taste good. You taste good." She was fondling my cock and balls with her hands as we kissed. I was hard as a steel rod.

"Fuck me. I need you in me right now. Make love to me."

I rolled into position and held myself up on both arms. Kim reached down and pointed my cock at her vagina. I thrust into her only a short distance, just enough so her moist lips moved out of the way of my penetration. I pulled out until we were barely touching and then pushed into her again, this time going a little deeper. Now I was teasing both Kim and myself.

I continued extracting my cock almost all the way from her body, until the barest minimum of skin touched, and then pushing back in -- adding only a fraction of an inch each time I stroked in. After a couple of minutes of this slow and tortuous process I bottomed out. We both moaned.

We pushed pubic bone to bone. My penetration was deep. We held position, and I leaned down and kissed her with everything I could offer.

Then I lowered myself, and we started our dance of love. Our bodies thrust together again and again and again. We were not slow but there was no rush either. We were savoring our coupling and the feeling of our joined bodies. Both of us contributed to our union. 

If we felt we were getting too close to our orgasm, we paused for more kissing and petting. It's called tantric sex, and somehow we both knew that's what we were there to do that night. We floated between "almost" and "not quite" an orgasm for a long time, never separating and often my remaining as deep within her as I could be. Kim had a couple of mini-orgasms as we loved. Sometimes she'd ripple her vaginal muscles as I was deep in her; it was an amazing sensation I'd never experienced before.

We moved positions several times yet never uncoupled. We were on our sides for a while then Kim came over me. In this position, I could fondle and suckle her breasts and she could lean forward and drag her very erect nipples across my chest. No one had ever done that to me before either and I found it highly exciting and stimulating.

It was in this position that I finally whispered to Kim that I wanted to cum. "Me too" she replied in a raspy voice. We'd been coupled and making love for almost an hour.

We picked up our pace, and then our orgasms hit. I think she was slightly ahead of me because I felt her vaginal muscles ripple several times around my cock before I exploded into her warmth. 

For the first time in my life, I realized there were two parts to my climax. First that luminous spiritual feeling arrived -- that feeling of ecstasy when I felt I had just been hurled into the arms of God. It started in my groin but in a microsecond had filled my entire body in a toe-curling, mind-splitting flash of pleasure. Second, was my ejaculation -- the feeling of my man fluid racing through my piping on its way into Kim's love tunnel. Both feelings merged into one hedonistic passion. 

Kim transcended as well. Her eyes closed as she arched back over me. I watched as her bliss extended to her entire body; a new sheen suddenly encompassed her. I could almost see Kim's aura throbbing as her muscles spasmed, and her orgasmic wave enveloped her. Finally, she collapsed onto me and we kissed and kissed and kissed. 

I eventually pulled the covers up over us and doused the already dim lights from the bedside switch. We remained coupled, and Kim nestled into my arms. We fell asleep that way.

* * * * *

I awoke the next morning to the pleasurable sensation of a morning blowjob. Kim had pulled the covers partially off us and was nestled between my legs as her head bobbed up and down on my rapidly inflating penis. One hand was assisting in her endeavor. 

I moaned slightly and reached down and stroked her head to let her know she had an appreciative audience for her work. My hips started a slight undulation too, particularly as she brought me nearer and nearer to orgasm.

"I'm getting close," I finally whispered to her.

Kim stopped momentarily, "You just lie back, and enjoy. You cum when you're ready. I'll take care of the rest." She went right back to my rod, this time enveloping the entire stick until her nose was pressed against my pubic hair. She did this several times.

That wondrous feeling came over me, and I was swept up in the emotion of the moment. As that feeling expanded throughout my body, I exploded into Kim's mouth and throat. She kept swallowing me and my cum throughout my climax. I let out a very loud groan of happiness and contentment. She smiled as she lapped up the white fluid from my rod.

Kim wiggled her beautiful nude body up beside me and pulled the covers over us again. She came close and kissed me. I French kissed her tasting my musky scent in her mouth. We had a beautiful morning wake up this way. I stroked her body and breasts too eliciting a moan when I made her nipples erect.

"Sweetness, you're wearing me out. I would love to make love to you, but right now you've just gotten the best I can give for a while." I kissed the end of her nose.

"I just wanted to return the favors you gave me last night. I've never cum like that before -- ever. Moreover, I really, really enjoyed myself before hand, and thank you for my gifts, and for bringing me here to this beautiful place, and for just being you."

We kissed some more. I suggested we open the drapes and look out at the ocean. Kim rose and pulled the curtains wide open exposing us to the expanse of Atlantic Ocean and the rocky coast below the Inn. As she returned I couldn't help but marvel at how spectacular Kim's nude body was: a face so pretty that it could launch a thousand ships, perfect breasts with large areolae, a flat stomach hosting a modest patch of light pubic hair, shapely legs, and perfect bubble cheeks.

Kim scooted back under the covers with me and we cuddled in bed and looked out at the ocean. A trio of sailboats was off in the distance canted over in the wind and sailing in formation. A few puffy clouds dotted a bright azure sky. I had my arm around her and my hand fit naturally right to her breast; I paid careful attention to smoothing that part of her body.

Finally, the bedside clock told us it was about nine o'clock. I said, "There's a Sunday brunch downstairs. Do you want to eat?"

"Man is guided by his cock and his stomach," Kim retorted. "Yes, let's go." She hopped out of bed and gave a big stretch providing me with a very seductive view of her body.

I reached out and pulled her back into bed and started to shower her with kisses. I rose to the occasion and a few minutes later I was deep into her body, and she had her legs around me urging our love making to a new level. 

We both climaxed and lay in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs stroking each other's bodies.

"This is just a temporary stage in our relationship you know," I prompted. "We'll get tired of fucking all the time and then just be bored with each other."

Kim ran her tongue up my neck to my mouth, and then French kissed me. "Good while it lasts, I'd say." She paused, "Then again, I might never get tired of having you make love to me."

"Hummmm," I said, "You know I might not either."

"Come on," Kim said, as she shifted out of bed, "Shower and brunch."

Of course, we showered together and carefully washed all our exposed parts. We dressed casually again and headed downstairs to the large buffet.

As we sat at our table eating I commented to Kim, "You know you have that freshly fucked appearance." I glanced around the dining room, "I don't think anyone else here got any last night -- or this morning!" I smiled lecherously at her. Kim leered back at me.

"Yes," she said with a straight face, "I do have that freshly fucked feeling for some reason." She laughed. 




The Sisters Ch. 01



I do think others in the restaurant noticed our "look" and interactions with each other. I speculated that we appeared like newly weds to some people.

After we'd eaten we went out and walked along the beach and climbed on the rocks for two hours. The first chill of autumn was still in the air so we didn't try the water other than to wade and splash around a bit. Kim talked to her sister for a few minutes via cell phone while we walked; I didn't listen in.

We came back to the Inn, washed up from the beach, packed our clothes, checked out, loaded up the car, and headed north along the local roads, marveling at the size and luxury of some of the older homes. We even found Walker Point where the Bushs live. We drove through the tackiness of Old Orchard Beach then went back to the Interstate and headed back towards Boston.

"I figure it's time I met your sister," I said as we started south.

"Oh, you'll love Stacy -- at least if you like me you will. We come from the same mold."

I asked, "Where to?" 

"Head towards Weston," Kim replied.

We circled down I95 to Route 128 and headed southwest to the Weston exit. Kim directed me over side streets once we got off the Interstate to a nice condominium complex. We parked the car and walked over to one of the ground floor units; Kim rang the bell.

About a minute, later Kim's peppy sister opened the door. She had on orange running shorts that said Syracuse across the butt and was wearing a very revealing singlet that had dabs of paint all over it. She was barefoot at the end of a pair of very shapely legs. She was model quality all over, just like her sister.

The sisters hugged. Stacy then looked me up and down and came and gave me a big hug with full frontal contact. I was inspired to twitch in response. I just wasn't sure about how her sister had taken such a welcome. Kim just smiled.

"Come in, come in," Stacy said and we went into her condo. It was clearly the home of someone with a very artistic flair. Paintings and photographs peppered the walls of the modern decor. Although it was only a one bedroom, Stacy had turned an alcove in the living room into an art studio. Sitting on her easel was a portrait of an older and very distinguished gentleman. I was drawn to its style and the hues she'd used. 

"That's a commission I'm doing," Stacy said from the kitchen where she was putting together a tray of coffee mugs. "It's J. Walter Harrison, the head of the Harrison family in Medway and chairman of Harrison, Barnard, Scholer and Baines in Boston -- a law firm. I think it's for their boardroom. " "I'm impressed. Is this your normal bill of fare? No, wait, these are all yours too," I gestured to the walls. "These are all great."

"I sell, but I'm not famous enough to make a living at it yet. During the week I'm a graphics artist for Genetech. Believe it or not, I do medical illustrations for their manuals and brochures." Stacy came into the living room with the tray of coffee and mugs for us.

We sat for a few hours and talked about everything in the world and nothing in particular. We were getting to know each other. Kim and Stacy captivated me. I enjoyed watching the common mannerisms and listening to the common speech patterns of the two women. Then I'd see some delightful difference flash by. 

There was no doubt they'd come from the same gene pool. Both were light brunettes, but Stacy had made herself a little more blond than Kim. Both were beautiful, shapely women of about the same height and stature. Stacy was a little more outgoing and more forward than her sister. Kim on the other hand seemed a little more mature and sophisticated.

As the afternoon wound down, Stacy pulled out a bottle of wine and we all partook. I offered dinner at somewhere nearby, but Stacy said she wanted to cook. That produced a flurry of activity by the sisters that resulted in some sort of meatloaf being put in the oven.

While we waited for things to cook, Kim came and sat tightly beside me. She leaned in, and we kissed one another for a while. 

Stacy came out of the kitchen and sat tightly beside me on my other side. "Hey, I need some of that too," she said. She pulled my head around and planted a long and sensuous kiss on my lips.

As she finished I whirled back to Kim as though to explain. Kim was smiling. "We share," was all she said. That comment left me wondering about a whole lot of things. Kim kissed me again and then indicated that I should turn back to Stacy. I did, and Stacy kissed me again. We sat and continued doing a lot of that until the timer on the over went off.

Stacy hopped up, breaking the romantic mood we'd slipped into. "Dinner. Come one, come all." She laughed at her remark. I wondered about her choice of words.

There was another flurry of activity in the kitchen and around a modern dining room table. I was given several chores and things to carry to the table. In a few moments, we were all seated, and Stacy presented us a fantastic meatloaf with lots of trimmings. 

"You outdid yourself," I commented, several bites into the meal. "This is really good ... artist ... cook." I picked up my wine glass and toasted towards Stacy, "To a woman with many talents."

I think Stacy actually blushed. Kim was equally appreciative and added some comments to mine. Again, our conversation was wide spread, or it was, until they got me talking about my work. I was designing an energy efficient office building to be built in Andover; this fact triggered a discussion about global warming and coping with an uncertain future.

After dinner we continued to sit at the table and talk. Stacy eventually cleared the dishes and when she was done came back and stood behind me. She leaned into me pushing her breasts into the back of my head. Her unfettered breasts were a perfect fit around most of my head. I looked at Kim who had an amused expression on her face.

Stacy leaned around and gave me a meaningful kiss. 

I said, "I take it this means I passed the Sister Test?"

"Oh not quite," Stacy said, "But you did fine on all of the standard questions: only a few other areas to cover."

"Bring it on," I said.

With that Stacy came around and sat in my lap. "You don't mind, do you Kim? After all, you've had him sequestered for almost two days." Stacy pushed a breast into my cheek; given the thin material of her t-shirt I could feel her nipple tracing a circle on my cheek.

Kim said again, "We share." She was looking straight at me when she said that.

"Am I to read a lot into that statement?" I asked.

Kim came over and kissed me. "Yes, if you want to."

"I think I want to," I answered.

"Good, then come with us." Kim pulled Stacy up and then me and led us into Stacy's bedroom. There she turned around, kissed me and started unbuttoning my shirt. Stacy started working on my belt and zipper. Soon, I stood naked between the two sisters. I must admit I was nervous and excited beyond description.

"My turn," I said. I turned to Kim and peeled her top off her and then removed her bra. Her full breasts were a joy to my eyes although I'd been fondling them only a few hours earlier.

I turned to Stacy and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She was bra-less. Her breasts were of the same magnificent quality as her sisters, perhaps even larger. I then carefully peeled off her running shorts and thong in a smooth motion. I caught a whiff of her scent as I did -- spectacular, I thought.

I turned to Kim and finished undressing her. I kneeled and ran my tongue into her moist slit as I finished, brushing by her clitoris as I did. She jerked in response.

Stacy was next; she came up next to me. As I knelt, I pulled her legs apart and put one leg part way over my shoulder as I squatted on the floor. This made her pussy available to me, and I took my tongue and ran it deep into her slit searching for her button. She held onto my head and moaned. I licked for a couple of minutes.

"Both of you, onto the bed," I ordered when I wanted more contact with them.

The two women climbed on Stacy's king-size bed, but nestled close to one another on their backs. 

I sank between Stacy's legs and reached over to Kim's pussy simultaneously. As I lowered my tongue to Stacy, I started using my fingers to carefully explore Kim again. Stacy tasted as good as her sister -- different and delightful. I buried my head in her pussy, licking, and sucking the folds of skin surrounding her opening.

Stacy writhed and twisted as I ministered to her. Kim turned part way towards the two of us and raised her legs to ensure availability to my explorations of her nether region.

I added some fingers from my other hand to my assault on Stacy's pussy. That was all it took to bring her to climax. Stacy announced her arrival at heaven's doorstep with a long feminine moan. She then slowly arched her back as I continued thrusting my fingers and tongue into her body at a rapid rate, attacking her clitoris whenever it was near. Then there were a long shudder and high-pitched squeal of delight from her. As she collapsed she pulled her legs up. "Do Kim," she said.

I looked up and noticed that Kim had been kissing her sister and rubbing and sucking on Stacy's breasts. I felt an electric charge surge through my groin at the sight.

I pushed Kim back and put her legs over my shoulders. I went right to her clitoris with my tongue; she jerked so much at first touch that she almost threw us off the bed. I inserted fingers and searched for her G-spot, tongued her clit and with my other hand joined Stacy in massaging and tweaking Kim's breasts and nipples. I watched as Stacy leaned in, and French kissed her sister.

Kim started groaning almost immediately. She moaned out, "I don't think I've come down from earlier today. Oh God, I'm so sensitive to your touch. Oh God, I'm going to cum."

And cum she did. As I continued to tongue and thrust into her with my hand a small squirt of girl juice flooded the area, and Kim shrieked, arched and fell back with a huge shudder and gasp. "Oh wow. That was as exciting as this morning. I'll give you all day to stop." She was panting.

As I was figuring out what to do next, I felt Stacy inhale my rod into her mouth. She gave a few very wet sucks then deep throated me: I about shot through the roof of the room. She pulled off me, and Kim then repeated the process. It wasn't the same; it was just as wonderful and erotic but different. 

They alternated a few times, and then I stopped them. "I want to be inside someone when I cum."

"Do Stacy," Kim whispered, "I want her to experience you the way I have." Kim kissed the end of my cock.

I moved up over Stacy who lay back and spread herself to welcome me to her depths. I toyed with my initial entrance to her just the way I had with Kim the night before, sinking in a fraction of an inch and then withdrawing, then sinking a little deeper and withdrawing, then doing it again and again. 

Slowly I worked into full penetration of her pussy. By then she had her legs wrapped around me and was a full participant in our thrusts into each other.

I had to moderate my thrusts into her lest I cum immediately and lose my opportunity for a full-fledged and long-lasting session. I'd cycle several times then pause and lavish attention by sucking on her breasts and kissing her neck and face. We created some new ways to French kiss that involved all three of us too.

Kim was along side us with her hands and mouth busy adding to the erotic sensations we were creating. I could see she and her sister had been intimate many times before. I found the thought exciting and erotic.

Eventually, I sensed that I could hold off no longer. "Stacy, I'm going to cum in a few seconds," I announced. 

"Cum deep in me ... fill me you wonderful man."

We picked up the pace and in less than a minute that sensational feeling swept through my body -- starting in my groin and radiating outward to my toes, my heart, my head; then came the surging of my cum through my body and finally up and out my cock and deep into Stacy.

I filled Stacy. We were arched into each other pressing our loins with maximum pressure. Her legs pulled me tightly into her. There was no doubt about her desire to couple -- to accept my fluid.

We collapsed. I reached out and pulled Kim into our combined embrace. We both kissed Stacy and made love to her as she floated down from her high.

Stacy finally looked me in the eye, "You pass all the tests. You can date my sister."

Everyone laughed.

"What about you?" I asked. 

"Well, you'll actually have to date the two of us. You're too good for either of us to miss."

"Is that all right with you," I asked Kim.

She reached up and kissed me, "Oh yes, if you'll have the two of us."

"I have a lot of questions," I said.

"Ask away," they both said almost in unison.

"Are you 'bi' or lesbians or what?"

"We're bisexual, I guess," Kim answered, "But only with each other right now. We've always wanted a man in our lives -- either apart or like this."

Stacy added, "We've both had some experiences with other women, but they weren't too gratifying so we stopped looking at other women. We started to do this sister thing when we were fourteen or fifteen; it was better than fighting off pimply guys in high school. We just didn't outgrow it."

"Do you do this with other guys?" I asked.

"No. Just you. Stacy didn't like Daniel from the 'get go'. I haven't liked her boyfriends either."

"How did you both know I was the guy to do this with?"

"Well, every now and then, as you know, I'd talk to Stacy on my cell. I told her all about you -- no detail too small to leave out." She grinned at me; I was gently stroking her breast and nipple.

Stacy added, "Just based on how caring and sharing you were, I could tell you were different from the other guys we've known or dated. I know you're worried about the age thing; forget it -- we love it. Anyway, I told Kim to bring you here and we'd see how things went. I'd told her I'd 'go for it' if I liked you. I like you -- lots." Stacy leaned in gave me one of those toe-curling kisses.

I said, "This is turning out to be a very unconventional relationship. Are you guys OK with that? I mean I was having serious thoughts about Kim although it's only been a day or so."

Kim kissed me and so did Stacy. Kim said, "We're up for 'serious' if you are. We've talked about it before you appeared. We'd even be up for 'family' if you were. We can create pretty much whatever you want to create; we're adaptable. Can you love the two of us?"

"Oh, loving two beautiful women is no problem. You are both beautiful in looks, spirit, and your thinking. I can be committed to the two of you, just as well as one of you. What about jealousy?"

"We've tested our thinking about jealousy a lot. I don't think we're jealous of each other. We got past that when we were teenagers. Although we're both independent, we care about each other's needs and wants. Sharing you this evening was a good test; I didn't feel anything other than a real desire to share and participate. Did you Stacy?"

Stacy said, "No, I just want you to have your turn at Jim's love machine." She ogled my flaccid cock.

Kim responded, "Oh, I've been filled several times over the past two days. Maybe I'll have him later tonight too, if he's willing." I was nodding wildly.

"This will be a big experiment," I said. "We need to agree that we will each be very open in our communications about how we're feeling, and what our needs are. If things aren't working, we should talk about it and figure out how to change things."

The girls both laughed. They overlapped each other in saying the same thing, "We think we're there. We talk a lot and share about everything. Can you be that way?"

"I'll learn," I said. I leaned in a sucked Kim's nipple into my mouth. 

Stacy moved around and sucked my cock into her mouth. She raised her head and added, "I'll love the taste of you and my sister and me all on one stick. Wonderful." She went back to sucking me to life.

When I inflated sufficiently for intercourse, Stacy pushed me on my back and Kim came over and sank down on my cock. The two women kissed and put on a bit of a show for me. The more they performed, the harder I became, and the more I thrust into Kim.

Stacy started twiddling Kim's clitoris too and then sucked on her breast and nipple. Then she started talking dirty to the two of us, telling us how much she liked my cock in her pussy and the sight my cock sinking to Kim, and the feel of Kim's lips on her pussy.

We both came together. We were learning each other's messages and signals around lovemaking. My climax was as wonderful as it had been with Stacy.

Kim and I remained joined for a while. Stacy snuggled up with us, and we pulled the covers over us and dozed.

Somewhere around midnight, I asked Kim whether she needed to be at home or in my apartment to be close to work. She answered, "No, just for tonight let's all stay here together. I feel so loved and wanted here. Plus, I don't want to pull ourselves away from Stacy."

So we stayed. 

Our days turned into weeks turned into months. Kim moved in with me after only a couple of weeks; we couldn't stand to be apart. We became more loving and committed to each other than I thought we could ever be given our threesome. I fell deeply in love with both women as they did with me. It didn't feel odd in the least to be that way.

The three of us often attracted attention when we'd be out or at some event and get physical with one another. They usually put me in the middle which was very ego gratifying when they were both kissing me and I became aware of someone watching. Often, I'd get a Victory sign or a thumbs-up sign from the watcher, even from some women.

We got serious about our relationship and becoming a family almost immediately. My kids were initially blown away when we told them about our arrangement. I'd always taught them to love expansively and not to turn off life options just for the sake of some staid societal norm. After they'd met Kim and Stacy they understood how loving and caring we were about each other, they got on board and supported our relationship. I heard my first wife was blown away at the situation. 

My work colleagues became aware of our arrangement at our Christmas party when I brought both Stacy and Kim. Most of the guys jested that I'd taken more than my fair share of good-looking women from the gene pool. Others shrugged and said they expected nothing less for someone with my 'out of the box' mindset. 

The girl's parents were a challenge to tell. The three of us went out to New York that Christmas weekend, and explained how we felt about each other. They gave us their blessing with little reservation. I got along well with both of them; after all, they were only a couple of years older than I am.

I was able to buy the other condo on my floor. We opened up the walls and did a major renovation. We built a studio for Stacy amongst other things. She sold her place in Weston and moved in with Kim and me. About that time, I formally married Kim, and then the three of us had a private ceremony with a few friends and close family where we committed to each other. The three of us honeymooned in Cancun.

We've been through a lot together now -- almost three years after I found Kim by the Charles River. We've learned how to live happily together and how to handle our differences. The companionship and feeling of love we have for each other sometimes seems boundless. Personally I have never been happier in my life.

Now we're going to enter the next stage of our relationship, and we are all wildly excited about it. Both Kim and Stacy are pregnant.



The Sisters Ch. 02



Thank you all for your e-mails and comments on my recounting of how I met the Windsor Sisters -- my wives (please read the first part of what I've posted here before you read this addendum installment). You've asked so many questions in your e-mails; I'll try to answer them. Most of them deal with how we live and love together.

First off, you should know that I wrote that recounting (Part 1) on our relationship a few years ago, mostly for myself, so I wouldn't forget some of the details as time passed. I did edit it a little so we could post it now; however, these pages are my update to you on our family and my answers to most of your questions. Kim and Stacy read all my writings and contributed here and there so know that these really came from the three of us, although I wrote it in the first person. So here's our update ... 

Relationship: Kim and Stacy Windsor and me (Jim Rice) became happily married in 2001, a little less than three years after I found Kim crying beside the Charles River. I formally married Kim and then that same day we had a family ceremony where the three of us pledged our commitment to one another. We've lived together very happily since 2000 when we did a major renovation on a condominium I'd owned in Cambridge. We still live there.

Children: We happily added Ethan Windsor Rice and Paige Ellen Rice to our household in 2002; they were born about a month apart. Both are smart; healthy children and we love them dearly. They feel other children miss out by not having two mommies. Both kids love their Daddy and I'd move heaven and earth to keep them happy. We don't plan on having any other children right now, although the subject comes up every now and again.

Childcare: Our nannies, childcare center, and now the kindergarten the children go to raised their eyebrows when we registered the kids and listed two mothers as well as a father on the various forms we had to fill out. They've pretty well accepted the situation now.

Religion: No, we are not Mormons. In fact, I'm embarrassed to say I know little of their faith, including the part that allowed polygamy. The three of us are very spiritual and attend a weekly service regularly; further we are instilling a love of Nature and a Universal God in our children along with a strong moral compass. We are students of metaphysics, in particular a branch of that tree called New Thought. We've all taken to yogi and meditating and devote some time each morning to the practice.

Legal Standing: Legally I am married to Kim. Stacy does not have any legal standing in the State regarding inheritance, social security benefits, etc.; however, we fixed most of that disparity in our estate planning (see below). (One interesting suggestion someone recently made was that Kim and I adopt Stacy, thereby making her an integral member of the family; we have not looked into this just yet.)

My Business: I have been fortunate and blessed to have a successful business. The Law of Attraction has worked overtime in our favor and seems to continue to do so. My business was worth about $50 million when we recently had it evaluated; I was amazed -- I had no idea our little company had grown to have such value. I moved the company into specializing in "green" office buildings early in its life and now the world seems interested in global warming and resource shortages, so our business is growing - dramatically at 50 to 100 percent a year. Part of that growth is due to Kim and her advertising company (see below).

I had been the sole shareholder since it was founded in 1988. We recently restructured the profit sharing plans as well as the ownership of the company. I distributed shares of the company to my senior colleagues -- now my partners. I added two other partners as well -- Kim and Stacy; together the three of us hold about 70 percent of the company although that number will go down as we distribute more stock and we have more senior staff and the company grows.

Estate planning: The three of us are equal partners in a Limited Real Estate Trust that holds the deeds to our condominium as well as a vacation lodge we bought in Maine. We're also looking at buying a home on the west coast of Florida. We formed a Family Limited Partnership that holds our shares in my company as well as most of our other investment assets. These two estate-planning vehicles will let the survivors of our trio assume full ownership of the assets without having to go through probate or the court system; further, if something happens to all of us provisions have been made for our children and our extended families. 

Kim's Job: Kim continues to work for Diamond Group in Boston - a prestigious advertising and PR firm. She'd been doing computer graphics for them when we met, however, now, after several promotions; she has become the Art Director and feels her career is soaring. Her job and the closeness to our home and schools afford her the flexibility to be a career woman, mother, and superb wife. Kim was able to bring in a large account when my company decided to start using an agency and PR firm. They've been promoting our skills in "green" building design and construction and have helped us achieve our enviable growth rate.

Stacy's Art: Stacy's artistic talents are now self-supporting. The year I met her she was named Most Important Artist in Boston Metro for 1998. She's gone on and collected many other prestigious awards since then and been invited to have exhibits in New York, London, Paris, and many other key locales. Each exhibition, award, or magazine article makes her work more popular and well-known in the art community and, of course, enables her to collect a premium price when a piece of work sold. Stacy quit her job at Genetech in 2000 and opened her own gallery in Cambridge that same year. She often uses the studio space there as well as in our condo. The gallery has been a hit and has resulted in even more demand for her work, including its displays of her work on the Internet. More importantly, she loves what she is doing.

Community: We share our wealth with those less fortunate through a variety of vehicles. One of the major charities we support is the Central African Children's Foundation founded by Mer Rice -- my daughter. We've been fortunate enough to build several schools and support expanding medical care in that part of the world. After she exhibits some of her work in Rome, Stacy is traveling to Africa next month to meet up with my daughter (Stacy's step daughter) Mer, and personally see how we can help even more.

Health: We continue to be an athletic family. Even when the kids were babies, you could see the three of us jogging along the Charles River and taking turns pushing a twin stroller. I've managed to stay fit and trim even as I turned fifty. I really believe the only way I can keep up with Kim and Stacy in bed and everywhere else is because I stay fit.

Friends: In the creation of our trio marriage not one of us lost a friend. We have our personal friends that we see often. Some we see when our families get together; others are just guy friends or gal friends that we see individually. As we have become more loving and comfortable in the world, we have formed many new friendships too. All of our friends enrich our lives, and we love them and applaud their support for our unusual union.

Other Family: We remain close to all members of our family. They have all been tremendously supportive of our three-way union and have welcomed me and the women into the folds of our families. Parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and all ours have all been helpful. Everyone is curious about how we live I might add; we are open about our relationship and its ups and downs. After all, we're normal -- well, pretty normal. My brother went so far as to add a king-size bed in their guest room so we could all sleep together when we visit.

Leisure: Stacy and Kim have pulled me out of the shell I'd created for myself and gotten me into other leisure activities besides jogging. We bought a place on a lake in Maine near a ski area and frequent that on winter and summer weekends. Stacy and I have been taking scuba lessons at a nearby YWCA too; we think this skill will come in handy when we get a place in Florida and a boat of some sort. Kim says she'll stay on dry land. I might add that Stacy insists on wearing a bikini for our scuba lessons; things about come to a stop at the Y when she comes out of the locker room. I've recently gotten interested in flying too; I have my private pilot's license and have nearly completed my instrument rating. So I've got some new hobbies to attend.

And lastly, and what you've all been waiting for ...

The Intimate Side of Our Relationship: Where do I start? I went from famine to feast; I haven't masturbated since I met Kim -- my wives keep me very content. The three of us feel that we are still in the honeymoon phase, although we have the kids, and it's been almost nine years now. We make love frequently, even more than I can remember in my first marriage and I thought we were a busy couple back then.

The jealousy that I was concerned about never materialized. There is no pressure that our sex life always is a threesome, but it often is. We are very inclusive. If we are jealous of anything it is our time together as a threesome; as the children get older we have less and less spontaneous time together.

We developed a vocabulary about 'having one's bucket filled' when we need some physical or emotional support from the others. One of us will say to the others 'my bucket is getting empty' and we try to make sure we give them all the extra love and attention we can muster. Most often we find events and tribulations in the outside world empty our bucket. Some TLC in an intimate setting and a good sex workout are often the only cure needed for an empty bucket.

We have gone to extremes to keep sex fun, and our lives filled with a significant and erotic component to them. I have had gift-wrapped dildos delivered by courier to each of the women at their work. Stacy showed up at my work one winter day, came into my office, and flashed me; she was wearing nothing underneath her long winter coat. We are always leaving phone messages for the others containing some provocative and lewd idea about what we'd like to have happen that evening, and of course there's always plain old phone sex. We have yet to run out of ideas.

I'm the one that has to remember about romance --doubly so. I thank God for my secretary who helps me keep track of all the key times and dates I must remember: when I found Kim that first time, when we saw Stacy, the date Kim moved in with me, when Stacy moved in, birthdays, anniversaries, our first trip as a family, and on and on. I've discovered that flowers and jewelry are a universal salve for anything.

Both women have matured and become more sophisticated in their appearance and manner. They dress and look like movie stars about to walk the red carpet, even in casual clothes around the condo. Heads still turn, and I know they are both appreciative and grateful for their gift. One might think I'd married two trophy wives except for the fact that they are both brilliant business people with robust, complicated, and giving careers.

In our king-size bed I think we're as innovative, passionate, and caring, as we were in our first weeks together. We all want sex. I sometimes call my wives my 'nymphomaniacs' -- and I'm serious. There isn't a time of day or night that we haven't been exploring one another's bodies and not a room or closet in our home or a car that we own that hasn't hosted some sexual event. Usually we're in the bedroom because it's convenient, but we keep trying new things in new places to spice things up. Kim and Stacy approach me more often than I come on to them (is this an age thing?). 

We experimented with anal sex, and although exciting it is not something we do routinely. We started with exhibitionism a few years ago and continue today, but not on a regular basis. It started when we were out at a club that had tall bar stools. Stacy wasn't wearing underwear (as usual) and tried to get up and sit on one of the stools; in the process she managed to flash her shaved pussy to the whole club. After she got over the initial embarrassment, she decided that what she'd done was a pretty titillating and we had mad passionate sex when we got home. That triggered a series of events by the two sisters to flash their pussy to guys in clubs or restaurants (they call it doing a 'Sharon Stone'), or to reveal breasts, or to invite a groping on a subway, and on and on. I often stood to the side and watched as they performed; they've become quite adept at feigning innocence to the planned nature of their acts. 

Eventually, we tried sex in public places too. The risk of being caught turned out to be a great aphrodisiac, especially to Kim. We fucked over the hood of my car late at night on a Boston side street, in the ladies room at the Ritz, and at a concert at Fenway Park. I've often fondled a breast or run my hand up a leg to a pussy when we were out in public; one time I brought Stacy to orgasm in one of the City's best-known restaurants. Another time Kim gave me a blowjob while we were waiting for our entrees to arrive. Keep your eyes open, particularly when you're in Boston or Cambridge, you never know what you might see.

We've acquired a modest collection of porn and toys that we sometimes use as a supplement to our sexual romps. Some things we tried once and abandoned to tell the truth (I'll let you guess). BSDM didn't work for us at all, however, both women love a pair of electronic vibrators we bought that they wear occasionally and to which I carry the remote control buttons. I've lost count of the number of times they'd put those on, present me with the radio controls, and then we'd go out to a party or dinner. During the event, often in the presence of others, I can turn on their vibrator and watch them squirm. Stacy had an orgasm once that I administered as she was standing in a group of people at a gallery event; everyone with her just thought she was in rapture over a new piece of art. Without fail, we'd have fantastic sex when we got home after those parties; several times we barely made it to the host's bedroom.

We've talked once in a while about having someone else join our trio for some added excitement. The idea of group sex is interesting, but we're already a group and there doesn't seem to be a lot of desire by any of us for something like that right now.

So you see we have not drifted into the infrequent and perfunctory sex that happens in so many marriages, sometimes only a year or two after the wedding. We have a vital and active relationship all around.

Let me end this short update of our lives by telling you how much in love I am with my Kim and Stacy, and our children Ethan and Paige. I recall a comment Kim made once that went something like 'I must have lived in hell in some other life because now I am in heaven.' My heaven is being with these fascinating creatures and the fact that we share our entire lives together. I could not ask for more.

Oh, lastly, if this update or the first part of my recounting didn't answer your questions I invite you to e-mail me through this web site. 

Kim, Stacy, and I wish you all the best -- as the saying goes "We wish you love." 



The Sisters Ch. 02



Corinthia hadn't heard from Chris or Suzette in a few weeks, so she decided to stop by their place today after work. She couldn't wait, hopefully they were home and the girls could have a little "meeting". She got to work and watched the clock most of the day waiting, just waiting. 

While Corinthia walked down the street on the way to the girls home she thought about the last time they had met. She couldn't believe she let someone fuck her ass that way. It was a tight fit at first but after awhile it felt so good she didn't care anymore if it had hurt a little.

When Corinthia got to the door she knocked but didn't get an answer. She thought at first noone was home but then she heard the lock in the door start to turn. The girls mother, Janet, was home and told Corinthia that the girls were all gone to some movie. She couldn't remember the name of it but Corinthia could come in if she wanted to. 

As Corinthia entered the house she could smell something that resembled an apple pie, Janet told her that she had an excellent nose. That's what she had been cooking when she heard Corinthia knock. As Janet pulled the pie out of the oven she told Corinthia to follow her into the living room, they could chat while the pie cooled down. 

As they sat on the couch they discussed the weather and how it had been changing so much in the last few weeks. Corinthia told Janet what she did at her job and that she loved working there. She could take and leave, for the most part, at any time without being questioned. That was her favorite part about the job because if she had to leave on a whim to meet a "fuck friend" then she could. 

Deciding that the pie must be cool enough Janet asked Corinthia if she wanted a piece and Corinthia said yes. Janet went to get the pie and left Corinthia on the couch in her thoughts. Corinthia was wondering what it would be like to be with Janet. She knew that the girls were well trained but she didn't know if it was due to the mothers knowledge or from experimenting on their own. 

Janet returned with the plates of pie and some spray cream to go on top. Corinthia took hers and gave it a taste. She told Janet that it was the best pie she had ever tasted, it was so sweet. Janet told her that she used a secret ingredient to make the sweetness and maybe some day she would share it with her. Corinthia didn't give this much thought, she knew her grandmother had a secret ingredient in some of her dishes too. 

Janet asked Corinthia if she was going to stay long, maybe she would catch the girls when they got back and Corinthia said sure if you don't mind. Janet told her that she didn't mind at all and if Corinthia wanted Janet could show her a few things. Corinthia told her that she would love to, she liked to learn new things. After they finished the pie Janet grabbed the spray cream and told Corinthia to follow her and they went into her bedroom. Janet started to take off her blouse and Corinthia drew in her breathe. She knew that Janet was big breasted but this was a lesbians dream come true. 

Janet began by rubbing Corinthia's nipples through her blouse and asked Corinthia if she wanted to play with hers for awhile. Corinthia responded by grabbing Janet's tits and pinching the nipples hard. She asked Janet if she liked it and Janet said "yes oh yes." Janet told her to get onto the bed after getting all of her clothes off and Corinthia followed instructions. Janet climbed in beside her still wearing her jeans and asked Corinthia if she was comfortable. Corinthia said "Yes, very much so."

Janet told her that she was happy to hear that and started to kiss Corinthia on the lips working her way down to her hardened nipples. She took Corinthia's right nipple in her mouth circling it with her hot tongue, then chewed on it like there wasn't enough for her. She ran her hand down the inside of Corinthia's left leg to find her pussy was so wet and warm. She asked Corinthia to lift her ass so she could put a pillow under it so she could have some room. Corinthia did what she was asked without a question. She couldn't wait until Janet made her cum. 

Janet worked her way down kissing Corinthia's stomach and laughing when the muscles tightened. She told Corinthia to relax and that she would try and hurry along but she just loved the taste of her. As she got to Corinthia's pussy she gave the clit a little lick and Corinthia moaned loudly. She asked Corinthia if she wanted more and Corinthia Responded with a "YES". Janet reached up, grabbed the can of cream and gave Corinthia's pussy a spray. She then pinched Corinthia's tit while she started to lick the cream covered clit and Corinthia began to tremble. Janet told her that she couldn't wait until she was licking her to cum so that she could taste her. Corinthia told her that she had better hurry then cause she couldn't hold it much longer. 

She began to fuck Corinthia's ass slowly with her finger and knew that this would make her have an orgasm faster. She inserted her tongue into Corinthia's pussy and heard Corinthia scream from the torture. She knew that Corinthia was loving every minute of it and felt her body tighten. She started to suck on Corinthia because she was getting ready to cum and Janet didn't want to miss a taste.

Corinthia had her hands wrapped in Janet's hair and started to pull, she was going to cum and cum hard. She told Janet "Lick it, lick it, oh fuck that's so good. I'm going to cum, oh damn Janet I'm coming!" In the mean time Janet was fucking her ass harder and licking her pussy in and out. She could taste the cum and did it all faster and faster until she heard what Corinthia said. She gave her one last pump in the ass and swallowed all of Corinthia's cum. 

As Corinthia started to relax Janet told her to turn over so she could really fuck her. Corinthia did as told and felt Janet put something into her ass. Janet started to fuck her from behind and reached down to grab her tits from underneath. Corinthia was on all fours but decided she couldn't see Janet's face. She wanted to see what was happening because she knew Janet was close to coming. 

She asked Janet if she could turn around and Janet told her that she didn't care but Corinthia might get a shock. Corinthia didn't know what she was talking about but decided that she would turn around anyhow. So doing a spin on the bed while they moved legs and arms around Corinthia turned around. At first she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. 

Until looking down to find that Janet was well endowed. It wasn't a dildo or anything like that. She couldn't believe her eyes, it had to be 9 inches long and the diameter was enormous. She looked at Janet a bit confused and Janet told her that years ago she had been born with a pussy. 

Corinthia gave it thought and time, deciding that Janet hadn't done anything so out of the ordinary, not in today's world anyhow. She asked Janet if it was real and Janet told her to give it a suck and find out. So Corinthia reached down and pulled it out of her pussy. She felt the hardness of it and gave it a little lick, tasting the pre cum.

Janet gave a sigh and told Corinthia other than her daughters she was the only one that knew. Janet told her that years ago she went ahead and had surgery done so that she could have the fun. Back when she was a teenager a friend of hers had spent the night and they had played with each other almost all night. Thats when she decided that she liked women and thats what she's been doing ever since. 

Corinthia got into the swing of things and started to play with Janet's cock, telling her that she really didn't mind at all. It was a lot easier than having sex with her husband, after all there were only certain things that he truly knew about her body, being a man and all. As Corinthia started to suck hard on Janet's cock she tasted Janet starting to cum. She stopped what she was doing and asked Janet if she could swallow the cum and Janet told her that it was all up to her but not to worry it was as real as her cock. 

Corinthia said ok and bent back down between Janet's legs and sucked her off. It was an enormous orgasm that shook Janet to the core. She grabbed Corinthia's hair and started to ram her cock into Corinthia's mouth further and further until Corinthia started to take her down her throat. Janet came in Corinthia's mouth, deep down in her throat and Corinthia being the good girl she was swallowed it all!!! 

As they finished their session in the bedroom Janet heard the girls come home. She told Corinthia that it had all been fun and she expected her to come back soon. Getting off the bed, grabbing her clothes Corinthia told Janet that she definitely would be back. She went out into the living room to get dressed but the girls had already walked in. She stood in the middle of the living room looking at all the girls.

Chris came over to her and hugged her while she was putting on her blouse. She told Chris that she had waited for her and that Janet had showed her a good time. Chris just laughed and told Corinthia that her mother was good at that. Corinthia finished dressing and remembered that she had a dinner date with her husband. She told Chris that she would have to stop by another time after all. Chris walked her to the door and gave her a kiss, tasting her mother all over Corinthia's lips. She told Corinthia this and licked her lips until the flavor was gone and so was Corinthia. 



The Sisters Ch. 03



Corinthia decided after work to pop over. She couldn't wait to get there, she was so horny today. Watching Joseph walk around the office in his tight ass dress pants showing the world his package was not helping her at all. She had to go into the copier room and make some copies for the boss. She hated that room it was so dark in the Corners cause of poor lighting. She didn't shut the door tight behind her when she went in and didn't think anything of it when it automatically shut. 

Putting the paper in the copier was easy, it was the waiting for it to print that sucked. At that very moment a voice whispered in her ear asking her if she wanted to fuck. She turned around quick and noticed it was Joseph. She asked him what kind of crap he was trying to pull but he told her that he had seen her checking out his crotch. 

She laughed and asked him if he was serious and he looked her dead in the eyes and said yes if you are. She thought what the hell and pulled him into one of the dark corners, kissing him with her tongue all the way. He began to yank her blouse up pulling at her bra at the same time. Finally reaching her 44DD tits he couldn't keep his mouth off them. 

They were huge and he loved big tits, kissing and licking them he told her that he wanted to fuck her and she told him that was the whole idea with the dark corner. If anyone walked in they would have a hard time seeing them. He managed to pull her underwear down and sat her up on top of a small desk that was filled with papers. Sliding the papers to the floor with one sweep of his hand, he helped steady her so he could enter her. As he shoved the head of his cock in her now wet pussy he told her that she was tighter than anyone he had ever known. 

She gave a little laugh and said thank you. She lay back on the desk giving him more access, with her arms over her head, holding the other side of the desk she let him have his way with her. He began to kiss down her body while pumping her full of his enlarged cock. Holding onto the desk, she began to pump also and between moans told him that she was surprised he was this big. Most men she had been with, outside her husband, had been small and she found that disappointing because most of them were black also. 

At this he laughed and told her he was going to fuck her fast and hard before anyone realized where they were and that way they could be done and get back to work. She told him to go ahead that was fine cause thats all she wanted, faster and harder. Standing there grunting and fucking her pussy as hard as he could, he began to feel her pussy muscles tighten. He told her that it felt so good and if she kept it up he was going to cum in no time. She smiled that delicious smile at him and licked her lips. Then told him that when he thought he was going to cum he had to pull out, after all she was married. Besides she liked to suck off coming cocks and with that being said, she tightened her muscles. 

He grabbed her legs and lifted them up into the air to get further penetration and she told him that it felt so good she didn't want him to stop. With her legs on his chest and shoulders he pumped her even faster and it felt like she could feel his cock in her throat, that was how hard he was fucking her. She began to cry from the intense feeling that was starting to overwhelm her, she told him that she was okay when he asked but she knew that she was going to have one huge orgasm. 

She asked him while holding onto the desk for dear life if he did this with anyone else at work and he told her no. Huffing and puffing he told her that he had been watching her for the last month or so and really wanted to fuck her bad. He saw her come into the copy room and decided this was going to be the day. 

At that she laughed and told him that he was pretty sure of himself and he said yes because he saw her look at his cock every time they walked by each other. At the thought of this he asked her if she was ready to suck his cock and with a sly smile she said of course. He pulled out of her beaten pussy, as she slid off the desk onto the floor, taking his cock with her. 

She slipped his cock right down her throat with the first take and he loved it. He began to fuck her mouth, grabbing her hair by the fistfuls. Ramming his cock down her throat she made room for all of him while playing with his huge balls. He was moaning now saying something in his first language that she didn't understand but knew that it was softly spoken. 

As she tasted the pre cum she looked up into his eyes and saw that he was now watching her. He smiled, withdrew his cock and then told her to open wide. She did as she was told and he forced his cock into her mouth down her throat with one grunt and blew his load. She grabbed his cock to stop herself from choking but he had the control. He forced himself down her throat and told her to open herself more, trying to accommodate him she sucked him ever so hard. 

He was enjoying this part and lifted her off the floor telling her he was going to fuck her ass, she smiled and said finally. He threw her over the desk and asked her if she liked it rough. She answered him with a sigh and asked him if he was going to be hard enough. He laughed a hearty laugh while putting his cock on her backside. Feeling him still hardened she told him to fuck her then. 

He shifted himself so that he could enter her wide hole and grabbed her waist while fitting his cock in. She pushed back onto him and groaning played with her clit. He knew what she was doing and it turned him on even more. Telling her to play with her clit faster he kept up the steady rhythm of fucking her ass. 

Crying out she could feel the sensations building again, bending forward even more, she was able to put two fingers into her pussy while he was filling her ass. Fucking her wet pussy with her fingers and then taking them out and sucking on them made him pump her ass so fast that he thought for a single moment that he was going to drop from exhaustion.

She hurried and rolled her enlarged clit between her fingers and told him that she was ready. He pulled out of her ass, lifted her up on top of the desk again and watched her play with her pussy. All of a sudden he reached down and began to help her by entering his four fingers into her pussy while she was doing her clit. 

The next thing he knew she was shrieking, convulsing and squirting all over the copy room. He leaned down and placed his mouth over her oozing pussy, sucking her clit until she was done squirting. He had never seen anything like it and asked her if they could do it again sometime. She just smiled at him grabbed his head and forced him back down between her legs. He laughed and licked her from ass hole to pussy hole clean. 

They were soon dressed, the copies were done and so was their day at work. They walked out of the copy room one at a time and no one was the wiser. Corinthia began to wonder about the girls and their mother again and knew that she most definitely had to stop today after work. Being fucked like she was still was not enough, she needed to see Chris and the other girls. Hmmm she thought, perhaps I have a few things to show them after today.



The Sisters Ch. 04



When Corinthia got done work that day she dialed Chris' number and left a message for her telling her if the girls were up to it she would like to stop and visit for a bit. 

Chris called back as Corinthia was getting her jacket on and they agreed for Corinthia to stop. Getting to her car Corinthia couldn't help but get aroused thinking about fucking another of Chris' sisters. 

Thinking back Corinthia wouldn't change anything about meeting Chris and her family. Corinthia found out at their last visit that they weren't all sisters and such. Chris and her mother were family but all the rest of the girls were adopted when they were younger just to help them get off the streets. Most of them were street walkers, Janet and her late husband had wanted more children but couldn't have any. They found the girls homeless and took them in. 

As Corinthia got to the house she became a little nervous. Coming here and not knowing what was going to happen put her on edge sometimes. Don't get her wrong she loved coming here and hanging with the girls, she just didn't know what would happen. The sex drives were so overwhelming at times, she didn't know if she could control herself.

Knocking on the door, being hugged by Chris and being invited in was all it took to knock off the weariness of it all. Going into the kitchen and enjoying a cup of coffee with the girls was the best part of her day so far besides fucking Joseph that is. Just having some time to unwind and chat was great.

Drinking the coffee down Corinthia asked the girls if any of them felt like playing today. She proceeded to tell them about her day at the office with Joseph and that she was still so horny, something had to be done. Fancy and Emily told her that they would be willing to help her out. 

Laughing the three women went to Fancy's room and brought out some toys. Laying on the bed naked, Corinthia didn't know what to expect when Fancy brought over a burning candle and Emily had left to retrieve something from her room. Looking around the room Corinthia noticed how dark and different Fancy's taste in things was to her sisters and mothers. Fancy came over to the bed with the candle and asked Corinthia if she had ever played with wax and Corinthia said no. Fancy asked her if she would be interested and of course Corinthia said "Yes, as long as there's not too much Pain! "

Fancy had her lay back on the bed and started to lick around Corinthia's nipples, biting, taunting her nipples to stand to attention. Dripping candle wax on them while this was going on made Corinthia shiver with desire. She had never sensed anything like this and couldn't imagine her husbands reaction if she even mentioned it. Loving what Fancy was doing Corinthia was unaware that Emily had returned with some chocolate sauce, ice cubes and beads. 

Setting her things down on the bedside table Emily went to the end of the bed and started to lick Corinthia's' thighs. She ran her tongue up the inside of Corinthia's' legs and back down making Corinthia wiggle her ass. Emily returned to the table and grabbed the chocolate sauce. She returned to the bed, pulling a towel from underneath and putting it under Corinthia's' ass. She then poured the hot chocolate sauce over Corinthia's thighs and pussy. At this sensation and the dripping wax Corinthia let out a moan and grabbed Fancy's tits. She pulled Fancy closer to her, while Fancy put down the candle. 

Fancy had big tits like Chris and her mother. Corinthia loves big tits she thought and began to suck on Fancy's. Running her tongue around the nipples and pinching them was so turning Corinthia on. Especially with Emily between her legs licking up that delicious chocolate sauce. Emily was working her way around Corinthia's' clit which at this point was hard as a rock. Fancy reached over and grabbed some ice putting it in her mouth and leaning down started to suck on Corinthia's right nipple. Corinthia gave a shutter, she didn't know that sex could be like this. So open, uninhibited and very hot. 

She could feel and hear Emily between her legs sucking, licking and slurping. Emily asked Corinthia if she liked it and all Corinthia could do was shake her head and moan. Emily and Fancy decided to trade place so that Fancy could taste Corinthia's' pussy too. Emily grabbed an ice cube and continued to torture Corinthias' tits with her ice cold tongue. Fancy was now between Corinthia's legs sucking her clit covered in chocolate when Corinthia felt Fancy put a finger in her ass. Fancy was finger fucking her there now and Corinthia's ass was bouncing up and down making Fancy's' finger go even deeper. Fancy asked her if she was liking it and Corinthia told her yes that it was what she had been waiting for. 

Emily took the beads off the table and threw them to Fancy telling her to try them. Fancy took the beads and one by one put them in Corinthia's asshole. Corinthia couldn't get over the waves of pleasure she was getting from these two women. She told Emily that she wanted her to fuck her mouth so Emily smiled sweetly and positioned herself over Corinthia's face. Reaching out her tongue Corinthia found Emily's secret spot and started to lick. Back and forth over and over that little hard clit Corinthia ran her tongue, bringing Emily close to climaxing. Corinthia asked her if she wanted her to stop and Emily said no, she was enjoying it too much and that soon she was going to be coming. Corinthia told her the sooner the better so she could taste her sweet juices. 

Fancy started to pull the beads out of Corinthia's ass one by one and Corinthia began to moan and groan uncontrollably. Her ass was twitching all over the bed and she began to fuck Emily's pussy with her tongue. Emily, sitting on Corinthia's face by this point, was getting ready to cum. She could feel her body tightening up and told Corinthia she was doing a great job. 

Corinthia could feel herself reaching that pinnacle of no return and told the girls she was getting ready to cum. Fancy told her to go right ahead she couldn't wait to taste her juices. Just as Fancy finished saying this Emily began to cum and Corinthia loved the taste of her. Emily was fucking Corinthia's face so fast and hard Corinthia couldn't breath. Licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow Corinthia finished off Emily's cum when Emily flipped off her telling Fancy that she just had to try this.

As Corinthia started to cum Fancy told Emily to get her ass down there if she wanted a taste and both women started to fuck Corinthia's pussy and ass with their tongues. They didn't slow down either, seemed they went a little faster too, when Corinthia started to cum full force. It was one of the best cum jobs Corinthia had ever had and she couldn't move a muscle she was so tensed up from the hot sex of these two women. Fancy got onto the bed and positioned her pussy over Corinthia's face, leaning down and fingering Corinthia's pussy good with three fingers, licking and nipping her clit. 

Corinthia knew that Fancy hadn't cum yet and began to fuck her pussy with her tongue, pinching the large clit telling her in between what a bad girl she was. Emily got onto the bed also and laying beside them she grabbed Fancy's huge tits and started pinching the nipples telling her sister that she couldn't wait to fuck her with her huge 10" cock. 

Corinthia didn't know what Emily was talking about and couldn't wait to find out. She knew from experience that this family was good at cock. As Fancy started to cum in her mouth, Corinthia let out a moan. Damn, this girl tasted so good, she couldn't believe it. Fancy squirmed her pussy all over Corinthia's face, gyrating her hips like she was fucking a mans cock. As the girls began to finish up Emily reached under the side of the bed and pulled out her toy. 

Strapping on the cock Emily placed herself over Corinthia's face and placed the head into Fancy's ass. Corinthia couldn't do anything but lay there and watch as one sister fucked the other. Being underneath them she could see the cock going in and out of Fancy's ass and couldn't believe how turned on she was getting again. She reached up and put two fingers in Fancy's pussy. Back and forth she moved her fingers and Fancy was moaning and groaning something that Corinthia was sure wasn't English. 

After awhile getting her ass and pussy fucked Fancy told the girls she was coming again. Removing her fingers from Fancy's pussy Corinthia could see the cum dripping down Fancy's pussy lips. Reaching up with her tongue Corinthia tasted Fancy again and stuck her tongue as far as she could into Fancy's pussy. Fancy was still getting her ass fucked by her sister and moved her hips so Corinthia had full access to lick her pussy clean. Coming down Fancy asked Emily if she could give it a try and of course Emily agreed. 

So the girls placed themselves over Corinthia the same way except vise versa. Fancy shoved the cock into Emily's ass so hard you could hear the noise throughout the whole room. Emily gave a screech and then after she calmed down told Fancy to go faster and harder. Corinthia in the mean time reached over to the table grabbing some ice and rubbed it onto Emily's pussy giving Emily a rush like never before.

Rubbing the ice over Emily's clit was making it hard as a rock and Emily told Corinthia to use the beads. Grabbing the beads Corinthia started putting them into Emily's dripping pussy with Emily groaning so loud the girls downstairs could undoubtedly hear her. Corinthia thought about this for a moment and realized that she still had three other sisters that she hadn't had time with. She figured this would happen in time and wanted to just enjoy these two beautiful women for now. 

As the girls started to finish up their fuck session they all agreed that it was one of the best. Corinthia told the girls that she really enjoyed their time and hoped that they could do it again. Emily reached over, kissed her full on the lips and told her anytime, with Fancy bouncing her head up and down. Leaving the two girls on the bed, Corinthia started to walk out of the room, turning around to say goodbye she realized the girls weren't done with each other yet. Giving a little laugh she quietly closed the door and left.