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Tripletit

By: oggbashan



Copyright Oggbashan July 2004

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

We never intended to land on Tripletit. That isn’t the planet’s real name. It is the third planet out from the local sun so its name starts with ‘Tri’ but every spaceman calls it Tripletit.

We had been getting on each other’s nerves in the small craft. We hadn’t met before this trip and now we knew we were incompatible in close proximity. Dave was small but truculent. He’d make a good Napoleon if he were in command. When some space dust had holed our two man craft we knew that it wasn’t a serious problem but needed base repairs sometime soon. Tripletit was the nearest suitable planet. Dave and I agreed that a stay there would be acceptable. We needed the break from each other. This would be my last trip before retirement. I was glad I’d never have to command a liner with Dave as one of my officers.

The planet is in an out of the way part of the galaxy and barely explored. The few thousand resident humans occupied the repair base, spaceport and lived side by side with the locals in the nearby town. There was no reason to explore further. Tripletit had no minerals or products in demand elsewhere.

The locals on Tripletit are unusual. The adults are all apparently large females and have three breasts, hence the planet’s name. The sex available to visitors is apparently mind-blowing and cheap.

We landed safely and arranged for the minor repairs to be done. We passed through customs and immigration after an extensive health check. Unusually there was a third official to pass, like the others a normal human. He sat us down in an office.

“Captain Joe and First Mate Dave? Isn’t that over-officered for a two man craft?”

Dave replied.

“Yes, sir. We are replacement officers going to different liners to relieve those scheduled for re-training. Using a two man craft was considered economic because no scheduled service will be going there for months.”

“OK. I’ll introduce myself. I’m Bill. My job is to protect visitors from themselves. We think there are no dangerous animals or diseases on this planet. We don’t go far beyond the town. The only danger comes from sexual contact with the natives.”

Dave and I looked at each other. We had landed on Tripletit to enjoy the famous sexual delights. Bill saw that look and laughed.

“Don’t worry, gentlemen. Sex here is safe IF you follow the simple rules. If you don’t…”

He produced two credit card size pieces of printed plastic.

“This is an aide-memoire. Do what it says on these cards and you will enjoy this planet. Go too far and you will vanish. We lose about twenty visitors a year and they are never seen again.”

I looked at the card in my hand. It read.

“Left breast or right breast: They’re the best. Centre tit: Don’t! Never, ever interfere with it.

Left slit or right slit: In those you’ll find you fit. Centre: do not fill unless you’ve made your will.”

I looked at Bill. He answered the unspoken question.

“The women of Tripletit have three tits. The left and right ones are larger and produce an euphoric drug. Suck on either and you will have incredible sex. You may want to come back here again and again. The woman will wrap you in her body. If you are sucking the left tit, you will penetrate the left slit. The right side of her body will close around your back so that the back of your head is leaning against the right tit. It has been described as being the meat in a two-woman sandwich. You don’t have to DO anything. The woman does all the work. You just lie between both sides of her body while she hugs the whole of you and sucks you dry. You will probably fall asleep wrapped by her, waking from time to time to be suckled again and again. The drug produced by her breast will give you multiple erections yet when you finish you will not be tired or sore. You will feel rested and rejuvenated. Old men come here and leave looking ten years younger.”

“How do you stop?” Dave asked.

“You don’t. You can’t.” Bill replied. “She has to end it when she thinks you have had enough. With a professional she will sell you a set length of time. Three hours is normal. All night is more expensive but as much as a normal man needs in a week. The amateurs are dangerous. Surrounding you excites all the women sexually. An amateur may not have sufficient control to stop herself and you could be held inside her for days. You will suffer no ill effects but it could be embarrassing if you miss an appointment or a liner. Another warning: You are not likely to want to escape from a sexual embrace but if you do, ask her politely to release you. Do not try to struggle free. She will be much stronger than you are and any attempt to escape will trigger her instincts to hold on. You might be crushed and hurt.”

“What is it about the centre breast?” I asked.

“Keep well away from it. It is smaller than the other two but if you suck on it you will be paralysed. We don’t know why, possibly to make sure that a male doesn’t escape until a female is impregnated, but anyone sucking the middle tit will be helpless and unable to move or speak. The effect lasts from an hour to several days depending on how much liquid is taken from the breast.”

“The centre hole?” 

“We don’t know what happens. No one has survived. All we have are reports from the Tripletit women themselves. They say that the man filled the central slot and made them pregnant but that he has gone. They don’t say where. They don’t say anything except that he isn’t here anymore.”

We left it at that. Dave took a taxi to a hotel and booked us in. I went to meet the repair team and arranged for our craft to be fixed. That didn’t take long once I had produced the company’s credit card. The work might take anything up to a week. One of the team ran me to the hotel on his motorcycle. I arrived seconds after Dave. 

The receptionist was the first local woman we had seen except at a distance. At first glance her shoulders seemed very wide; we had to look a long way up to see her face, and her three breasts strained her blouse at my eye-level, well above Dave’s. She blushed attractively at our obvious interest. She seemed fascinated by Dave and almost ignored me. Why? Her name label read ‘Emma’. 

If Emma were a sample of the local talent we would enjoy ourselves on this planet. When she came from behind her desk we noticed a slight limp. She pressed herself against Dave apparently accidentally but I wasn’t so sure it was an accident. At the time I thought that Emma was incredibly tall. Only later did I notice she was at least a foot shorter than any of the other local women.

We went to our rooms, showered and changed into civilian clothes. We met by Emma’s reception desk and asked discreetly asked the porter to direct us to a good sex establishment. He warned us again about the middle tit and middle hole but said we would be safe with the professionals he recommended. 

In the street Dave and I felt small. The women towered over us and apart from the occasional human male, there were only women on the streets. When we arrived at the whorehouse we paid the fee for three hours each. That fee was very cheap. Back home it would have bought a couple of glasses of beer. This sort of sex we could afford.

I was non-plussed by the line-up of available women. I chose one at random and Dave took another, the shortest. My woman introduced herself as Aliana and took my hand as we walked through a curtain and down a corridor to a bedroom. Before we got on the large bed she stripped herself and then me. She was obviously expert.

I lay down beside Aliana. She put her arms around me and lifted me on to her body. She offered her right breast to my lips. As my mouth closed around it she rolled over so I was lying on her left side. Her right side folded over me, thrusting her breast deep into my mouth. Her body hinged like a folding mattress. How her skeleton coped with the distortion vaguely puzzled me as the drug from her breast coursed through my bloodstream. My whole body from head to toe was covered by Aliana’s naked skin. Her skin aroused me as if it was sensuous silk stroking me.

Aliana’s hand eased my erection into the right hand slit. Her lower lips pulled me in and grasped me firmly. Her arms wrapped around her body sealing me in the woman sandwich.

I find it difficult to describe the sensation of sex with Aliana. I felt enclosed as if I was inside a womb yet I certainly wasn’t feeling like a baby. I was sexually aroused to a height I had never experienced. My mouth sucked eagerly at her breast. With every trickle from her glands I sank deeper into an euphoric state. I was as hard as I had ever been but not desperate for release. I could wait until she was ready. Her body writhed around me. Her muscles clasped my erection and gradually, ever so gradually, brought me to a climax and eruption. Immediately afterwards I seemed almost ready again as I relaxed to her gentle caressing body. I was held, engulfed, surrounded, protected, swamped by the drug and her body but still a rampant male penetrating and filling Aliana. I was hers: she was mine.

The climaxes and ejaculations followed every half-hour until the three hours were up. Aliana unwrapped me, pulled her breast from my mouth, and then dressed me carefully. I couldn’t have dressed myself, not because I was weak, but because I was on Cloud Nine. I was totally out of this world on a high plateau of bliss. Aliana laid me on the bed and left me. She returned an hour later with a strong pot of coffee. Several cups later I could stand up with her help. She half-carried me back to the reception area where I met Dave. He looked as happy as I felt. Our escorts carried us out to a taxi and sent us back to the hotel.

On arrival I could just manage to walk through the foyer to the bar. Dave stayed talking to Emma. I sank into a deep armchair and gratefully sank a cool beer brought by a waitress labelled ‘Angela’. I ordered one for Dave as well. He was flushed when he sat down.

“Phew!” Dave said first.

“That was really something, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“I’ll say.” He replied. “I have never had such an experience. I’d settle here except that I don’t think I’d live very long. Once a month – maybe. Once a week? I’d be a wreck. Once a day? I’d be dead.”

I would have answered but ‘Angela’ approached bringing the next beers. She heard everything Dave said.

“I’m pleased you enjoyed this planet’s famed hospitality, but please be careful. You have been warned, haven’t you?”

I looked up her tall body, past her three outlined breasts straining against her dress, to her face. She seemed genuinely worried.

“Yes,” I said. “We have been warned. Is it that dangerous?”

“It is with amateurs,” she replied. “They don’t have the self-control to stop when they should. Well-run professional establishments are safe. Anywhere else might be fatal.”

Dave just sipped his beer.

“I’ll remember that,” I said. “I’m not sure I’ll be ready for another session for days.” 

Angela laughed. 

“You will be. In a couple of hours the healing effect will kick in. You’ll feel like attacking a Martian Dust-Devil with your bare hands.”

Angela walked away with an attractive wiggle to her hips. My eyes followed her.

Angela was right. We had an evening meal and found ourselves full of energy. Dave and I decided to see the local sights by night but separately. We had had enough of each other’s company and would have to endure it again when our craft was repaired. I left first. Dave was deep in conversation with Emma.

I walked around for an hour or so. There wasn’t much to see once you had seen the park and the public buildings. To burn off my excess energy I jogged around the whole edge of the park. I met Dave jogging the other way round. After that I didn’t see him again as I completed five circuits.

I returned to my room and showered again. I decided that another beer would be pleasant. In the bar the staff had changed. Angela who had served us earlier had shed her uniform for a dress. She beckoned to me. I joined her at her table. She came straight to the point.

“Your friend Dave is in trouble, Joe.”

“He’s not really my friend,” I replied. “We are travelling together by necessity.”

“Whether he is your friend or not, will you help him?”

“I suppose so. What has he done?” My lack of enthusiasm must have been obvious.

“Come on.”

Angela stood up and took my hand. I felt slightly ridiculous, as if I was a child being dragged along by his mother. We passed through a curtain into the staff area, through several doors and along a corridor. Angela stopped outside a numbered door and knocked.

“Emma,” she said loudly. “It’s Angela.”

I barely heard the answer. “What do you want?”

“I want Dave back – please?”

“Come in.” Emma’s voice said very faintly.

Angela dragged me through the door. I was hidden behind her at first.

“Oh shit, Emma!” shouted Angela. “Did you have to…”

I peered under Angela’s right arm. Emma was lying naked on her bed, eyes shut, her legs spread wide. Dave’s shoulders and head were all that was left of him. His eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Emma’s body was distended as if she was in late pregnancy. Her large bump was pulsing slowly. In the next couple of seconds Dave’s body had slid another couple of inches into her. I would have shouted but Angela’s hand clamped over my mouth. My head was trapped between her arm and her right breast. I tried to struggle but Angela was much stronger than I. My arms and legs flailed futilely behind her.

Angela quickly unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled her triple cup bra upwards. I barely noticed. I was watching Emma pull Dave’s unresisting body further in. Emma’s face distorted with effort and her body shone with sweat as Dave’s shoulders stretched her legs impossibly wide apart. Once the shoulders had entered his head followed instantly. Emma’s lips made a slurping sound as they closed behind him. Her legs gradually came together and her hands eased her pregnant lump higher.

Almost as soon as Dave had been completely engulfed Angela swung my head round to her centre breast. I was still fighting her headlock with all my strength. I clamped my lips shut. Her fingers squeezed my nostrils shut. I opened my mouth to breathe. Her tit stuffed between my lips. She released my nostrils. My mouth filled with liquid. I tried not to swallow.

“Take it, Joe,” Angela pleaded. “It is your only chance of survival.”

Did I trust her? I had little choice. She could hold me tighter than I could endure. I swallowed. I felt my muscles relax into uselessness. Angela lifted me and held me across her body. My head rested on one of her shoulders. My arms and legs flopped. I could still see Emma. She still had her eyes closed and looked exhausted. I lost sight of her as Angela carried me from the room. She took me to another room in the same corridor and lowered me to the bed. I flopped helplessly, unable to move anything, not even my eyes.

“Stay there, Joe. I must help Emma. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Don’t worry. The effect will pass – eventually.”

I was raging internally. I had been paralysed. Angela could do whatever she wanted to me. Would I disappear like Dave? No wonder those who disappeared had never been found. No one would think that they had been swallowed inside a woman’s body. Were they women? Were we fooled by an apparent external resemblance?

I calmed down slightly. Angela had saved me from something. The knowledge I now had might be dangerous to the inhabitants of Tripletit. Dave had disappeared. I was hidden away in the staff quarters. No one would look for me until our craft was repaired. When would that be? Two or three days, a week perhaps? I would have closed my eyes if I could. I couldn’t but drifted off into a light doze.

I woke up as I heard Angela enter the room. Her face, blurred because I couldn’t focus my eyes, looked down at me.

“Emma is resting now. The crisis is over for her. I’m sorry about Dave. We were too late to do anything. Once he was that far in he couldn’t come out again. I had thought that Emma would make love to him first but she must have been very desperate. She paralysed him at once and started…”

A tear fell on my face. That was unexpected.

“This might help,” Angela said.

She pushed a breast between my lips. Left, right or centre? I couldn’t focus or turn my eyes. Warm milk trickled down my throat. I could swallow. I did. More milk followed for several minutes.

Gradually I was aware of sensation returning to my skin. I blinked my eyes, turned them down and focused. Angela’s right breast was filling my mouth. I sucked harder until Angela pulled away.

“Wait,” she said mysteriously.

She shed all her clothing. Her hands wandered over my recovering body to strip me bare. I was just beginning to flex my fingers and toes when her breast filled my mouth again. Her pussy claimed me, her body folded around me, her arms clamped me back into immobility before she began to arouse me slowly and gently.

Angela was totally unlike Aliana. Aliana had been quick, efficient, professional. Angela was slow, sensuous and delightful. Even without the euphoric drug flowing into my mouth I could have been transported to a heavenly place where I was caressed between two nubile houris yet both bodies were Angela.

I was vaguely conscious of the passing of time as I was aroused, milked, rested, aroused again only to be claimed by Angela’s body and pussy. Dawn came and changed to full daylight before Angela’s body unfolded and left me almost as helpless as I had been when paralysed by her. I slept, waking to find myself tightly wrapped in the sheet. Beside me on the pillow was a note. I turned my head to read.

“Sorry, Joe, I’m back on duty. I will return on my break. Don’t leave the room even if you can. I’ll explain later.”

I writhed on the bed trying to release myself from the swaddling sheet. It took over an hour before a corner came free. After that it was a matter of minutes to unwind myself.

Angela’s room had an en-suite shower room. I cleaned myself up, drank some water and dressed. I was beginning to feel more in control than I had since Angela’s hand closed over my face in Emma’s room when the door opened. Angela entered and smiled as she saw me.

“Good. You got free. I thought you would. Now listen carefully.”

I nodded.

“You don’t know anything about Dave. You saw him – where last before…?”

“In the park.” I said.

“OK. In the park. Then you went to a brothel on your own and paid for a night. Have you got enough money for that?”

“I think so. How much would I need?”

Angela told me. It was ridiculously low. It wouldn’t buy a meal in a poor restaurant on Earth. I counted it out. Angela gathered it up.

“I’ll give this to one of the girls at the brothel. She’ll confirm your story. Which one did you visit earlier? Do you remember the girl’s name?”

I told Angela about Aliana.

“OK. Aliana will get this money.”

“Is it enough? It seems very little.”

“You want to give more? That might help.”

“Yes.” I peeled off a couple of bills, enough for two nights stay in a good hotel.

Angela whistled.

“That much would cover the whole brothel for the night. Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I am a liner captain. I’m well paid.”

“You must be. Aliana might be able to set up on her own with that much money. Stay here. I’ll be back at the end of my shift, another three hours. OK?”

I nodded. Angela turned to go. She came back.

“I forgot. There’s some food in the mini-fridge.”


Tripletit Panty Raid



Copyright Oggbashan November 2013

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This is the fourth story about the giant three-breasted women of Tripletit.

If this is the first one you have read, the advice to travellers going to Tripletit is in an appendix at the end of this story. This one is set on another Earth-like planet and some of the warnings aren't necessary. 

*************************************************

I have received my death sentence.

The results of my latest medical tests have confirmed my worst fears. I have developed the hereditary condition that affects some men in my family. It develops in the twenties, often skips generations, but all of us are carriers with the potential to affect our sons. The symptoms of increasing lassitude and weakness had become more severe over recent weeks. Getting up each morning was really hard. I had dreaded the result but it only told me what I really knew.

My girlfriend and possible fiancée, Alice, has been living with me for the last six months. More and more we were facing the prospect that she would become my resident carer as I slowly died. 

We had hoped that modern medicine might find a cure, or that we would have only daughters. She was prepared to marry me and take the risk. But I wouldn't let her take on a marriage that might make her a widow within a year.

Everything had depended on those tests. Now? I have a few months to live. Everything seemed bleak. 

The only interest that had taken my mind off the dreadful waiting had been our unusual next door neighbour Coralie. Coralie is a woman from Tripletit, that far-away planet inhabited by giant three-breasted women. Coralie is a giantess and the only person from Tripletit on our planet. She has been living next door to us for the last three months because we are in a very old building that has high ceilings and large tall doors on the ground and first floors. It is one of the few residential places suitable for her height.

I love watching Coralie. When we meet I have to stand back to see her face above her breasts. If I stand close, all I can see is her breasts cutting off the view upwards. 

Once she hugged me, after I had helped sort out a blocked wash basin for her. She had picked me up for that hug and pressed me against her smaller middle breast. The other breasts began to swing inwards, clamping my head in place, before Coralie sighed and lowered me to the floor. Although Alice is my love, I wonder what making love to Coralie would be like.

Coralie was contracted to be on our planet for a year. She had several months to go before she could return to Tripletit. She had gradually begun to look more worried and withdrawn as if she was missing something important to her.

The legends and stories about sex on Tripletit seem unbelievable. It is far too far away for tourism to be practical. Almost the only men who go there are specialised geologists or mining contractors. Apparently they have to be single. Normal women wouldn't enjoy Tripletit because the competition from the giantesses for any Earthmen is fierce.

Alice had encouraged my interest in Coralie because it detracted from my depressed mood. We had visited Coralie's flat. She had come less frequently to ours because it was less comfortable for her. Our furniture just isn't large enough.

Coralie and Alice are friends who share secrets they keep from me. My only serious argument with Alice has been about Coralie. Alice claimed that I didn't see Coralie as a person, but only saw her as an unusual sexual object. Yet for some reason Alice seems to want me to actually have sex with Coralie. Why? 

I admit that I am attracted to Coralie. I would, in theory, like to experience sex with her but she scares me. She is so much larger than any woman I have ever met or seen. Any sexual encounter with her would be with me as her victim. There is no way that it could be sex between equals, as it is with Alice.

Alice is right in one sense. I am intrigued by Coralie, and also her clothing. I'd like to handle Coralie's panties, which must be huge. Sometimes I get glimpses of her washing drying on the balcony at the front of her flat, next to ours. I have to peep sideways around the opaque dividing screen but she hangs her panties close to the screen, with her outer clothing on the part of the line I can see easily.

On the Friday evening, the day I had been told my death sentence, Alice was trying hard to rouse me from the deep depression caused by the loss of my future. She was failing. Even the offer of a night of sex didn't dent the gloom. As usual I'd have to wear a condom because I daren't get Alice pregnant with a possibly doomed male.

Eventually Alice snapped.

"Simon! Why don't you go and fuck Coralie! It would help you."

"How?" I retorted. "Is she into necrophilia? Fucking a dying man?"

"You're not dying now, today, this minute. Sex with Coralie might help."

"Help how? Make me realise just how helpless I am? She'd swamp me."

"That might do you good. She might take you out of yourself, see that you have some life yet to live, some experiences yet to have..."

"What do you want me to do, Alice? Draw up a list of fifty things I must do before I die with fucking Coralie at the top? I can't afford to do many of the things I'd like to do. I haven't got the energy for many of the free ones. I'll gradually get worse, turning you from a lover into just a carer."

"Of course I'll care for you, Simon. I love you. I want us to enjoy the time we have left. Coralie thinks she can help."

"The only thing I really want to do with Coralie is see her panties. They intrigue me. Are they sensible passion killers? Or large but sexy?"

"Why not ask her?"

"Where's the fun in that? She'd just be showing me her laundry. No. I want to pinch them from her washing line."

"Then, for fuck's sake, do it! She's meeting me for coffee tomorrow morning. You'll have a couple of hours. You could easily nip around the screen between the balconies and pinch her panties. You could have them to yourself for an hour or so before you need to put them back..."

"OK, Alice. It's a deal. I'll pinch Coralie's panties tomorrow morning."

Was I set up? The prospect of handling Coralie's panties had actually given me more excitement than I had felt for weeks. Alice and I did make love that night, gently and lovingly.

As I lay in bed half-awake the next morning I wondered just what it would be like to make love to Coralie. Would she be as overwhelming as I dreaded? As a person she seemed less intimidating than she would be as a possible sexual partner. 

Coralie arrived about ten in the morning. I made my excuses, loudly slammed the front door and crept upstairs to our balcony. Although I was worried that I wouldn't have the strength to do it, I found it very easy to cross from our balcony to Coralie's. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and crept behind the dresses hanging on the clothes line at the front of the balcony. There were Coralie's panties. I reached for a blue silk pair...

Large hands grabbed me. I was dangling in mid air with one hand covering my mouth. Coralie had caught me about to steal her panties. I could hear her giggling as she carried me through her flat into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed with me on her lap, her hand still gagging me.

"Well, Simon," she said calmly. "We meet at last. You've been avoiding me and ignoring Alice's broad hints. I don't want to force you into accepting what I can do for you, but maybe I can bribe you."

I couldn't understand what she was getting at. She picked up a pair of her panties, another blue pair, and held them in front of my face.

"Would you like these, Simon? As a present for you to keep?"

I was embarrassed. Had Alice told Coralie everything? But the prospect of owning a pair of Coralie's panties was very tempting.

"You want them, don't you?"

Despite myself I nodded.

"Getting them is very easy. All you have to do, with Alice's full agreement, is suckle on one of my breasts. Will you?"

I was shocked. Suck on Coralie's breast? The idea was very attractive. I would like to know what was so special about a Tripletit woman's breast.

"Please, Simon." Coralie was actually pleading with me. "Do it for Alice, if not for yourself. It means so much to her."

She moved my head so that my face was very close to her left breast. She uncovered my mouth so that her hand could unfasten the bodice of her dress. There was an erect nipple a couple of inches in front of me.

Her hand gently moved my head closer, my mouth almost touching the nipple.

"All you have to do is open your mouth, Simon. That's not too hard, is it?"

Reluctantly my lips parted. Coralie eased her nipple between them. I opened wider. More of her breast entered.

"Suck, Simon, please?"

I could feel the milk seeping into my mouth. I sucked.

My first taste of Coralie's milk was like discovering a new sensation for the first time, a sensation that I would want to repeat again and again. I sucked harder until her milk was flowing freely, so freely that I had to swallow hard to avoid choking on it.

Coralie's hand stroked my head.

"Please, Simon, keep sucking."

As she spoke I was aware that her body was moving around me. Her right breast began to press at the back of my head, her middle breast against my cheek. My eyes tilted upwards to see Coralie smiling down at me as if I was achieving something momentous.

I sucked for about ten minutes before Coralie's body moved again. My lips were against her middle breast. I felt her press me inwards. Why not? I opened my lips again to accept that breast too. I remembered nothing else until I woke up in my own bed. 

My head was resting on Coralie's blue panties. I turned my head. They stretched from side to side, completely hiding the pillow underneath. I tried to move. I was tied to the bed with Alice's pantyhose around my body and ankles yet my hands were free. I could release myself.

But I couldn't. My hands wouldn't obey my brain. They were clumsy and uncoordinated for the next few minutes. Slowly they came under my control. I was just about to unfasten the first knot in the pantyhose when Alice walked into the room followed by Coralie. They were both smiling as if I had done something clever.

Coralie sat on the edge of my bed which groaned under her weight. She quickly untied me, lifted me from the bed and held me against her shoulder.

"Do you know what Coralie has done, Simon?" Alice asked.

"Breast-fed me?" I replied.

"More than that, Simon," Coralie said. "Yes, you have sucked at my breasts, but Tripletit breast milk has unique properties. It cures people. You are no longer ill. You aren't dying. Your hereditary disease has gone. You aren't even a carrier anymore. That has ended -- for ever."

"I can't believe that..." I blurted.

"It's true!" Coralie and Alice said as one.

"Then I owe you my life, Coralie. How can I repay you for that? I can't."

"There is something you could do for me," Coralie said. "It's easy. All I want is to make love to you a few times."

"Alice?" I asked. "What do you say?"

"I've been telling you for months that you need to make love to Coralie. Do it! It won't make any difference to my love for you, or your love for me. But it will mean a lot to Coralie. Please?"

"Simon," Coralie said, "I'm alone on this planet. I have been for months. If I was on Tripletit I could grab any passing man and make love to him. It wouldn't mean more than a hug means on Earth. Yet, here, I can't. You are the only man close to me who is a friend. Please?"

"How can I refuse?" I answered, "when both women I love want me to."

"My panties will mean even more to you once you've got inside them..." Coralie was smiling.

"It's the least I can do for someone who has given me my life back."

"Come on. Now!" Coralie was insistent.

"I'm not sure I have enough strength..." I demurred.

"You will have. You don't have to do much," She replied. "And my milk gives you more energy anyway."

"OK."

Alice grinned at me. Coralie picked me up, carried me through the flat and into hers.

Coralie undressed herself and me as I watched her triple breasts with fascination. She brought my face to the right breast, pushed it into my mouth and her hand slid my erection into her right slit.

I gasped as her body closed around me. I was the meat in a Coralie sandwich, totally wrapped with one breast gagging me, one pressing the side of my face and the third pushing at the back of my head. Her breast went further into my mouth than it had done before and I sucked eagerly as the milk trickled down my throat.

My erection lasted longer than it had done for months. With each passing minute I felt stronger, more alive, and Coralie squeezed me rhythmically. Eventually I could stand no more and came into her.

But what was this? I had come, but I was still erect? Coralie kept me tightly wrapped and her rhythm became more insistent, more demanding. I could sense her reaching a climax, shuddering with excitement and relaxing slightly before reaching another peak. I came into her again and again.

Finally her movements slowed. She shifted me to her middle breast and pushed it past my lips. I sucked and drifted off into unconsciousness again.

I woke up to find Alice astride me. My erection was deep inside her and she was pounding on me. As she lifted her hips my body followed her, clamped to her. I came into Alice and she slumped across me. My hand moved down to find that we were held together inside a pair of panties -- Coralie's.

For the next few weeks making love to Coralie and then Alice became an event to welcome several times a week. I felt myself becoming stronger and stronger. My tiredness had vanished. I had a future, and I wanted to share that future with Alice even if Coralie returned to Tripletit.

I asked Alice to marry me. She accepted the rejuvenated Simon with alacrity with one proviso. She wanted Coralie as a bridesmaid. 

I had to go for long walks when Alice and Coralie started making Alice's wedding gown and the bridesmaid's dress Coralie would wear. The proximity of my fiancée Alice and triple-titted Coralie both half naked was almost unbearable. I wanted to make love to both of them.

On our wedding day Coralie was a sensation. She followed Alice up the aisle, dwarfing her and everyone else. At the end of the reception she picked both of us up and carried us to the bridal suite. Once there, we all stripped. 

Coralie put me to one of her breasts and Alice to the other. We sucked as Coralie's body gradually closed around us, easing us away from her breasts and pushing us tightly together. Alice's hand fed my erection inside her and we made love to Coralie's rhythm. After I came the first time Coralie laid us down, still coupled, dressed and left us together. The energy Coralie's milk had given us was enough for us to make love again and again until well beyond daylight.

Coralie's wedding present to us was one of her undergarments. It was a silky item reinforced with Lycra and something like a corset. Once zipped around the two of us we were held together nearly as tightly as being wrapped in Coralie's body. We used it frequently, especially on our wedding anniversaries, to remind us of what Coralie had done for us.

Even after our wedding I made love to Coralie until she had to return to Tripletit. Each time she drugged me with her middle breast and I came to making love to Alice. Our marriage was temporarily a threesome. When Coralie invited us to her flat for 'coffee' that often ended with Alice and I latched on to Coralie's outer tits.

Long after Coralie had left us, Alice gave birth to our first child, a daughter. Of course we named her Coralie.

But Coralie had left us one last gift. She didn't know, we didn't know, but if an Earth woman sucks at a Tripletit woman's breast often enough, it will change her own body. When that Earth woman lactates, her milk will also have the healing properties that Tripletit breasts have.

Our baby Coralie was free of any childhood illnesses.

Appendix:

Introduction to the planet.

Tripletit. That isn't the planet's real name. It is the third planet out from the local sun so its name starts with 'Tri' but every spaceman calls it Tripletit.

The planet is in an out of the way part of the galaxy and barely explored. The few thousand resident humans occupied the repair base, the spaceport, and lived side by side with the locals in the nearby town. There was no reason to explore further. Tripletit apparently had no minerals or products in demand elsewhere.

The locals on Tripletit are unusual. The adults are all apparently large females and have three breasts, hence the planet's name. The sex available to visitors is apparently mind-blowing and cheap. There are some perils expressed on the cards given to all human male visitors to the planet:

"Left breast or right breast: They're the best.

Centre tit: Don't! Never, ever interfere with it.

Left slit or right slit: In those you'll find you fit.

Centre: do not fill unless you've made your will." 

The standard talk given to all visitors is on these lines:

"The women of Tripletit have three tits. The left and right ones are larger and produce an euphoric drug. Suck on either and you will have incredible sex. You may want to come back here again and again. The woman will wrap you in her body. If you are sucking the left tit, you will penetrate the left slit. The right side of her body will close around your back so that the back of your head is leaning against the right tit. It has been described as being the meat in a two-woman sandwich. 

You don't have to DO anything. The woman does all the work. You just lie between both sides of her body while she hugs the whole of you and sucks you dry. You will probably fall asleep wrapped by her, waking from time to time to be suckled again and again. The drug produced by her breast will give you multiple erections yet when you finish you will not be tired or sore. You will feel rested and rejuvenated. Old men come here and leave looking ten years younger." 

"If you want to stop? You don't. You can't. She has to end it when she thinks you have had enough. With a professional she will sell you a set length of time. Three hours is normal. All night is more expensive but as much as a normal man needs in a week. The amateurs are dangerous. Surrounding you excites all the women sexually. 

An amateur may not have sufficient control to stop herself and you could be held inside her for days. You will suffer no ill effects but it could be embarrassing if you miss an appointment or a liner. 

Another warning: You are not likely to want to escape from a sexual embrace but if you do, ask her politely to release you. Do not try to struggle free. She will be much stronger than you are and any attempt to escape will trigger her instincts to hold on. You might be crushed and hurt." 

"Keep well away from the centre breast. It is smaller than the other two but if you suck on it you will be paralysed. We don't know why, possibly to make sure that a male doesn't escape until a female is impregnated, but anyone sucking the middle tit will be helpless and unable to move or speak. The effect lasts from an hour to several days depending on how much liquid is taken from the breast." 

"We don't know what happens to those who fill the centre hole. No one has survived. All we have are reports from the Tripletit women themselves. They say that the man filled the central slot and made them pregnant but that he has gone. They don't say where. They don't say anything except that he isn't here anymore." 




Tripletit Welcome



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Copyright Oggbashan November 2013

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. 

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This story is an immediate sequel to Journey to Tripletit. The events in both stories happen shortly after those in my stories 'Tripletit' and 'Saving The Planet Tripletit' but can be read on their own. The other Tripletit story 'Tripletit Panty Raid' can be read out of sequence.

This is the fifth story about the giant three-breasted women of Tripletit.

If this is the first one you have read, the advice to travellers going to Tripletit is in an appendix at the end of this story. 

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Introduction.

The locals on Tripletit are unusual. The adults are all apparently large females and have three breasts, hence the planet's name. 

In the immediately previous story, Journey to Tripletit, Ricky Trewartha -- that's me, the narrator - am a small Cornish mining engineer sent to Tripletit to work with the local geologists. My work will involve exploring cave systems that the local women are far too large to enter. I have married Shona, a Tripletit woman, during our journey from Earth to Tripletit. We married for life, till death us do part, according to Earth rites, not the casual marriage customs of Tripletit.

We had discussed the old Earth saying "When in Rome, do as the Romans do; when elsewhere, do as they do". On Tripletit we would follow Tripletit customs, including their attitude to marriage.

After an interesting welcome from the immigration authorities followed by a Media call, Shona carried me inside her sun-proof clothing to her apartment. The Tripletit summer sun is too dangerous for Earthmen, particularly those red-headed ones like me, to endure across the middle of the day.

I woke up on Shona's large bed, tightly wrapped in a sheet. After being made unconscious by sucking at Shona's middle breast, my muscle coordination needed time to adjust. I wriggled in the wrapping but knew I would have to wait about ten minutes before being able to control my body enough to move safely.

I could hear Shona talking on the telephone, but she was too far away for me to hear what she was saying. As soon as she finished one call the telephone rang again. I was just about to make my first attempt at unwrapping myself when she walked into the bedroom. I looked up at her breasts far above me. 

"Good, Ricky, you're awake. Just before you unwrap yourself, here is my welcome to our home."

She opened her robe, revealing her left breast. She lifted my wrapped body and brought her nipple close to my face. I opened my mouth and her breast filled it. Warm milk trickled into my mouth. I swallowed and could feel the impact within seconds. Tripletit breast milk from the left or right breast gives an Earthman stamina, energy, cures every illness and is like a strong euphoric drug with no side-effects except a need for exercise.

Shona, my new bride, was showing that she loves me. Almost any Tripletit woman will offer almost any Earthman her left or right breast if he is tired or in pain, but will also offer it as casually as an Earthwoman might hug a friend. Her middle breast should be avoided, unless you trust her implicitly. I trust Shona.

"That press call at the spaceport has started something, Ricky. A few of my friends had planned a small 'Welcome Back' party for this evening, but now they know we're married, and my husband will be the smallest Earthman on Tripletit, all of my friends want to come. It's going to be the Hen Party I didn't have."

Shona pulled her breast out so I could talk. Perhaps because it had only been a few days since I first experienced Shona's breasts, I still felt slightly sad when a session ended.

"A Hen Party? Doesn't that mean women only?"

Shona hugged me gently.

"No! My friends want to meet and greet YOU. You will be the guest of honour and the entertainment. You are going to meet a whole variety of Tripletit breasts. Every woman I know, and hundreds I don't, wants to put Ricky Trewartha, my husband, to her breast. That's why I gave you milk now. You are going to need all the stamina from it, but will get much more from them as well."

As she was speaking, Shona unwrapped me carefully. She rested my head against her shoulder.

"One of my friends, Melinda, has suggested that you might need protection. I'm afraid she might be right. I did think that you would be popular because of your size. I didn't know how popular. The video of you with the Press has gone around the planet in a couple of hours. You're the latest celebrity. There are hundreds of Tripletit women outside, just wanting to have a glimpse of you." 

"Aren't there things I should do? What about the hotel? They will be expecting me..."

"No they won't. I cancelled your booking while the immigration staff were saying 'hello'. The hotel staff are disappointed. They've sent you a bouquet and hope you will drop in to see them sometime. You will. The party's there."

"And shouldn't I have told the company where I am?"

"You don't get it yet, Ricky, do you? Half the planet knows exactly where you are. Everyone employed by the company knows you are with me. They're jealous but know they will see you soon."

"Oh. I had hoped we would have a few quiet days together."

"We will, when we start work. Once you get to the cave system we'll be together, but tonight you should meet my friends. They're expecting you, want to meet you, want to welcome you, and most have volunteered to be your protection squad. You might need protection from some of them at first, but I'll do that."

"When is the party? And where?"

"In an hour. It was going to be here, but far too many want to come now. Our friends..." Shona emphasised the 'our', "Have booked a conference suite at the hotel. Getting there might be a problem. I can't just walk out of here with you. We'd be swamped by the crowd outside. I can't carry you as I did coming here. The pressure of your fans might crush you."

"So how?"

"About twenty of our friends are on the way. They'll surround me to protect you. It would be safer if you ride on my shoulders. The other advantage of that is that your fan club will be able to see you. Are you happy with that?"

"I suppose so. If this continues it is going to be difficult for me to work on Tripletit."

"The novelty might wear off in a few weeks. Until then you'll be protected by your wife and your friends. One thing to remember. Although most of us call this planet Tripletit among ourselves and know exactly why it is a popular place for Earthmen to come, officially we are supposed to call it 'Trib'. Can you remember to say 'Trib' when you are interviewed by the media?"

"Of course, Shona, if that's what I should say. But I will find it difficult not to remember your triple tits, and I'll probably be thinking about them all the time I'm awake. I know I'll have to meet many breasts, but it's my wife's that I want."

"And you will have them, and me, often. We'll be working together and living together."

The doorbell rang as the first group of Shona's friends arrived, led by Melinda.

Shona passed me to Melinda, who kissed me on the lips.

"Do you mind, Ricky?" she asked, looking down at her breasts.

"When in Rome," Shona whispered from behind me. I knew exactly what she meant.

"I'd be delighted, Melinda," I replied.

Melinda almost dropped me in her excitement to get a breast out. Shona's hand supported me just in time. Melinda was shaking as she slid her breast into my mouth. I sucked, smiling up at her, and her shaking eased. She switched me to her other breast, and I sucked again. Melinda's milk tasted subtly different from Shona's. It was pleasant, but Melinda is not my wife, and my wife's love makes her unique for me.

After Melinda I was passed to the breasts of the other five women. They contented themselves with only one breast each time even though they seemed to want more. I noticed that they were all dressed in formal full-skirted gowns, with bare shoulders and barely covered breasts. 

The last woman passed me back to Melinda. Shona had left the room.

"Shona's gone to change, Ricky. She'll be back in a minute or two. We've agreed to restrain ourselves while she's away, even though that will be hard."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Melinda, and the rest of our," I emphasised 'our', "friends. Thank you for welcoming me to Trib."

"Trib?" one of the others queried. "We're friends, Ricky. Among friends and in private, we're on Tripletit, and we'll use our tits to show how welcome you are."

"...as Shona's husband," Melinda added quickly.

"Of course, and our friend is your wife. But your marriage?"

"You know about that," Melinda said. "It was on the News. They have an Earth-type marriage -- for life."

"But...?" Several of the women seemed disappointed.

"But when on Tripletit, Shona and I will behave as if we are married according to Tripletit customs. When we are elsewhere -- then we are married for life, just the two of us. Here? I don't know whether any of you are married, and I understand that it doesn't matter whether you are or not, if you want..."

"...to stuff your mouth full of tit." Melinda finished for me, demonstrating with her own breast as Shona re-entered the room, formally dressed.

"We did agree," Melinda said, "To restrain ourselves when you were gone, Shona, but you're back."

Shona gently lifted me from Melinda's arms.

"And I'm claiming my husband, and keeping him until we get to the party."

It wasn't a challenge, just a statement.

Outside the apartment door was a large pile of flowers. There were also a dozen or so more of Shona's friends, keeping back a group of women. Shona lifted me to her shoulders and carried me through the corridor and towards the stairs. I was smiling and waving as we went in a confusion of pictures being taken and shouts of "Ricky!".

Outside the building there was a police cordon behind which hundreds of women were shouting and screaming at me. This was ridiculous. I'm a mining engineer, not a Pop Star, but the reception was like a red carpet event.

The police, all very large Tripletit women, surrounded the group as we walked the few hundred yards in the twilight to the hotel. Inside the foyer the manageress began to welcome us formally as Shona lowered me to my feet. She gave me a gentle push.

"When in Rome..." She whispered as she lowered me past her face. I took the hint and walked straight at the manageress and held out my arms to her. Her speech ended abruptly as she picked me up and swung me to a breast, smiling broadly.

"Thank you, Ricky and Shona," she spluttered as my mouth sucked. "I didn't expect..."

She might not have 'expected' but I'm sure she had hoped.

When she withdrew her breast, I said:

"Thank you for the bouquet. Can I meet the other staff, please?"

"You mean it, Mr Trewartha?"

The manageress was startled. Shona and her friends were grinning broadly.

"I'm a Trib citizen. I'll follow Trib customs, and I want to meet them." I said.

The receptionists and catering staff formed a queue. I was passed gently along them. It took a quarter of an hour, and a lot of giggling, before I was passed back to Shona.

In the conference suite, apart from about thirty of Shona's friends, a real Tripletit Pop Group, one of the most famous on the planet, were already on a raised dais. Their lead singer was wearing the shortest and smallest dress I had yet seen. Her legs went up and up and her breasts were barely covered. She was clutching a microphone stand and about to launch into her first number, but my actual appearance and small size seemed to have thrown her.

"That's Ursula. She offered to come for nothing, just to meet you," Shona whispered to me. I took the hint. I walked across the floor to the dais, and held up a hand so that Ursula could haul me on to the stage. It was too high for me to climb unaided.

"Thank you," I said to her, still holding her hand. Ursula seemed shocked to have me standing in front of her, my head lower than her exposed navel. I lifted my other arm. She pulled me up and held me in front of her face, my legs dangling.

"And thank you for welcoming me," I hinted. She actually blushed before shrugging her dress off a breast and offering it to me. Before my mouth took hold I asked:

"Can you sing with me here, Ursula?"

"Sing? With you there? I would be delighted to," she answered.

She did. She sang a song about the pleasures of small Earthmen, with me clamped to her breast with one arm. Between verses she shifted me to the other breast. I looked off the stage. Every woman in the room was looking at me, apparently jealous of Ursula. At the end, the applause was deafening.

"Ricky," Ursula had switched off her microphone and was whispering to me, "be careful out there, and try to leave early. Trib women party hard, particularly when they have plenty of alcohol. Earthmen are usually advised to keep avoid Trib parties like this. Even though they are your friends, friends can do stupid things when they are drunk. You're so small, and so cute... They might get carried away."

"Thank you for that," I whispered back as she lowered me from her grasp. "I'll be careful."

I asked to be introduced to the rest of Ursula's group. They put their instruments down and grabbed me eagerly. Ursula held me briefly for another whisper.

"Remember, Ricky, you've made friends of us as well, and we won't be drinking until afterwards."

Reluctantly she handed me back to Shona. As the group continued through their routine I was greeted by thirty friendly breasts. I tried hard to remember their names as I sucked a generous quantity of Tripletit milk.

The women who had already met me were dancing wildly. I hadn't touched the floor since the lead singer had lifted me, but I thought that I might be in real danger unless I kept to the edge of the room. Their large skirts were flailing around. With my head at waist level of the dancers I could be swept aside or squashed. 

Shona danced with me perched on the dome of her skirt, my head close to her hair. I had danced with every one of her friends. Some held me like Shona, others tried with my feet on the floor, pressed against their skirts, but they had to protect me from the others. Melinda's dress had a split at the front, revealing a lace petticoat. I was safest with her, because the stiffened sides of the split were behind me and I was almost lost inside her skirt.

After a couple of hours I had to visit the men's room, too full of milk. Melinda, my partner at the time, took me to the edge of the room and I scuttled away, avoiding flying skirts.

On the way back I encountered a chambermaid pushing a trolley loaded with bed linen. She smiled broadly when she saw me.

"You must be the famous Ricky Trewartha," she said.

"I am. But I'm not used to being famous. It's only my first day here."

She looked wistful. When in Rome, I thought. I held out my arms.

"But I'm only..."

"A friend?" I suggested.

"Yes!" she replied eagerly, unbuttoning her uniform. "Thank you, Ricky."

I snuggled against her as her milk gushed into my mouth. She hugged me gently and twirled around in the corridor in a happy dance, laughing quietly.

"I would never have believed I would actually meet you, Ricky," she said as she took her breast from my mouth, "let alone be able to welcome you properly. Thank you."

"Thank YOU," I replied as she put me down. She left her trolley and held my hand as I walked back to the suite. Her hand stroked my head as I opened the door.

The dancing was more frenetic. Several skirts lashed at me as I made my way carefully around the edge of the room to the edge of the stage. Shona was on the other side but it might be dangerous for me to try to reach her. I tried to attract someone's attention but they were dancing too wildly. The group's keyboard player noticed me and held out her hand, swinging me up on stage, before sitting me on her lap as she resumed playing. I leant against her shoulder.

She switched to playing one-handed, opened her dress and exposed her breast. I put myself to it as she went back to playing two-handed. At the end of the song she waved at Shona and indicated where I was. Shona came to claim me.

"Thank you," Shona and I said together.

"My pleasure," she replied.

"Why didn't you ask one of my friends?" Shona asked as she carried me away.

"I tried to, but no one noticed me. I'm too small," I protested. "Your friends are dancing too frantically for me."

Shona looked around. She could see that I was right. Most of her friends had drunk a lot and were throwing themselves around energetically. The group had stopped for a break and recorded Disco music was playing.

"Ursula," I said, pointing at the stage, "said that men don't usually come to these parties."

"That's true, Ricky, they don't. It's too dangerous. But my friends wanted to meet you. They have. Perhaps it's time to call it a night."

"I think so. Will I have to say goodbye?"

"We should Ricky, but I think they are too far gone for it to be safe."

"Can I say goodbye to Ursula and her group? They're sober."

"Of course. They don't normally play private functions, and certainly not free. They only came because they wanted to see you."

"Then I must thank them, in person."

My reception on stage was a repeat of my welcome. They wanted my autograph and gave me an autographed group poster with individual dedications to me. After I had said goodbye to the group's left and right breasts, Ursula turned her back on the dancers and held me close as I suckled.

"I'd like to do more, Ricky," she said, "but we're in public. If I did, we would be all over the media tomorrow. You will be anyway, and probably this party will be. Anyway, your bride is waiting impatiently."

"Thank you, Ursula," I said as she adjusted her dress. "I am pleased to have met you and your group as friends."

"We're pleased to have met you, Ricky, especially as you have accepted Tripletit customs so readily. Remember that you are now our friend..."

"And all of you are my friends, Ursula. Even though I don't fully appreciate what being a friend means on Trib, I know that you have been real friends this evening."

"On Trib, Ricky," Shona interrupted, "what you and Ursula have done together makes you the equivalent of blood brothers on Earth. She and her group will defend you with their lives, and you should be ready to do anything for them."

"Then that's the sort of friends I am proud to have, Ursula," I said.

Shona held me up so that Ursula and I could kiss on the lips. As our lips parted a couple of tears ran down Ursula's face. I touched one with my finger.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you accepted me unconditionally," Ursula replied. "You have given me friendship and accepted mine without reservation. So many men only want me for my fame. You don't care about that, do you, Ricky?"

"Fame? No, Ursula. It's meaningless compared to what a person is. I know you are my friend. That is far more important than fame."

"Take him away, Shona, please, before I grab him for myself. I want Ricky. He may be famous because he is so small, but his heart isn't small. It's large enough for all of us. Go!"

In the corridor outside the conference suite Shona put me down on my feet. I looked up at her.

"Shona, I have a lot still to learn about Tripletit. Why was Ursula so moved by being my 'friend'? Am I also 'friends' with the hotel manageress and her staff?"

"The hotel staff? No. Not really. They were pleased that you treated them as individuals and you greeted them in a way that is more than just a polite acknowledgement. If you meet them again they would treat you as an acquaintance, offer their breasts, but not like Ursula and her group. With them you have exchanged 'friendship'. That makes a real difference here. All my friends here tonight are now your friends with all that means on this planet."




Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 1)



Author's note: This story is 100% fiction. None of the people are real, nor are they based on anyone real. All characters are over the age of 18. This story is, by no means, to be considered an advocation of incest or other forms of illegal sexual conduct. It is merely from the imagination of a peculiarly creative mind.

I have received an overwhelming amount of positive feedback and quite a few requests to continue the story of Jake, Dani and Sam (characters in my first story "Triplets: Three Are One"). Here is my attempt to make lightning strike twice- but I make no promises. All my stories are pretty much one-offs, so I don't know what to expect after this paragraph. I just hope you like it.

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It was an early Sunday morning in late January, almost six months after I and my twin sisters (we're triplets) had moved into my late parents' house together, when I woke up to the familiar scent of percolating coffee in the kitchen. This was part of the morning ritual: wake up, don my boxers, stumble my way into the kitchen and see which of my two lovely sisters had been kind enough to prepare the morning's coffee. I don't know how either of my sisters manage to wake up so early in the morning, but they do it every day, often at the same time. From what I've figured out, one wakes up the other (it's apparently arbitrary as to which one wakes up first). She will then go into the bathroom and take a shower in preparation for their shared morning run (1 mile every day) while the other brews the coffee. Then the showered one will come out and take the coffee-maker's place to wait for me to wake up. As of December, we added a small wrinkle to the morning routine: each morning, before they leave for their jog, I fuck them.

Yes. You read that correctly. I fuck my twin sisters. Every day. Two loads of cum seeping into their warm, willing pussies while they jog around the neighborhood and wave to our unsuspecting neighbors. If you were a fly on the wall in our kitchen, you'd see the girls come back from their run every morning, their matching gray sports clothing stained with sweat, and if you would pay especially close attention to their crotches and ass cracks, you'd see dark stains that might LEAD you to think they were caused by sweat. Those special patches of bodily fluid came from me, their twin brother. It's my cum leaking out of them and soaking their clothing. Apparently, they revel in the feeling and secret knowledge that my sperm is keeping them warm inside.

We had been lovers, just the three of us, for little less than a month when I came out that morning. The girls both took birth control, ensuring that they wouldn't get pregnant, because they preferred to feel the skin-to-skin contact of my cock sliding into their wet holes. And it's like this every morning.

In case you missed my earlier account of our first encounter, here's some background information for you: My sisters and I were born to the most wonderful and loving parents a set of triplets could ever hope to have. Sadly, they both died when we were 27, which left us to decide what to do about their possessions and estate. Our parents' belongings languish in exile in my old house while their house, which was built by our great-grandfather in the late 1800's, is now home to the three of us once again. My sisters and I have moved in and have created a home of our own there, basking in the easy familiarity of love and understanding known so well by twins and triplets.

Apparently, while I was away at college, my sisters had become lovers. For some time, they kept it a secret, but at some point Dad got involved. Mother eventually came into the picture, leaving only me in the dark about the fact that incest was being practiced within my family. I discovered the truth in early December, some time after our parents had already passed away, entirely by accident, but on that morning things progressed quickly. I became the "man of the house."

Am I regretful of the life I lead with my sisters? No. And if you knew them, you wouldn't be, either. Everything we do, sexually and otherwise, is done with love and affection. We feel no more uncertain about our relationship than anyone else in a normal relationship would. The only reason we keep our situation quiet is simply to keep the cops from busting down our door. If it were legal, we'd make no secret about it whatsoever. I love my sisters and they love me. Sex is just a by-product of that love, but I freely admit it's also one hell of a damn good perk!

My sisters are the most beautiful women I know, bar-none. Dani, the business-minded among us, has short brown hair and a perfectly fit figure. She owns an accounting consultancy firm, which provides her with a good deal of time to herself while her underlings keep the business running. She goes into the office once a week for status reports, but mostly she just stays at home and reads a lot- when she isn't fucking one of her twins' brains out. Dani has an insatiable sexual appetite. Sam, the other sister, is an artist at heart and a web designer by profession. She now runs her own web design business out of the house, using our parents' old bedroom as an office, and is as wild as she is beautiful. Sam's hair is long and extends down to her perfect ass in a braided ponytail, which accentuates her lean, lithe body. In all honesty, BOTH my sisters' bodies are just about identical with their hair being the only exception. And both are as sweet as can be, loving and generous with a fantastic sense of humor. Five-foot-eight, 34-D, 110 pounds, gorgeous AND a sense of humor? God could not have created a more beautiful creature on accident. That He made TWO of them indicates that, yes, there IS a God, after all.

I, the male in the trio, am Jake. I guess you could say that I'm luckier than most people (the fact that I'm fucking my two sisters notwithstanding). I came into a very large sum of money after selling off an invention of mine, giving me lots of time on my hands to stay home or do anything I please. I'm not a slouch, mind you. I DO keep fit. While the girls are out running, I usually recouperate from our morning fuck-sessions by going outside and doing Tai Chi, to build up my energy levels and get a private work-out. I stand at 5'10", have a lean, athletic build, weigh in at 150 pounds and enjoy doing just about anything with my hands. Having gotten my degree in Applied Engineering, I'm pretty good with just about any type of tool and have the responsibility of doing the maintenance and upkeep of the house. It's not that tough of a job, really. As long as we keep an eye on a few things, we can keep the house in great condition until we're good and old. Actually, the REAL start of this particular story has something to do with that.

You see, working on the house during the winter had kept me pretty busy. The snowfall in Tennessee (our home state) had been especially heavy, which put some minor stress on our rain gutters, the roof and a few other house exteriors. I was fixing the gutters one morning (one of them had slipped its moorings and had dragged a few other sections off their hinges), when I got to thinking about how to keep the snow from causing so much damage. I won't go into my train of thought on that day, but suffice it to say that it lead to yet another idea for an invention. I spent a few days afterward making a prototype and affixing it to our house, to see if it would work. Sure enough, it worked like a charm. I discussed it with the girls and they both agreed that I should patent it and try to sell it. So I got in touch with a few companies that might be interested in the idea I'd come up with and one of them decided to come out and see my invention in action. Thus: the story really begins there, on the morning of the Research and Development Inspector's arrival to our incestuous home.

I padded into the kitchen and saw Dani leaning peacefully against the kitchen counter, reading the morning's newspaper. She was, as had become the common mode around the house after our affair had started, completely nude. Her hair was wet and matted around her ears, a sign that she'd already showered and was waiting for Sammie, but she showed no signs of being cold (and she better NOT have! I spent three weeks working on that heating system and getting it to perfection!). She looked up from her newspaper when she heard my feet slap the wooden kitchen floor. I noticed her hand slip up to her mouth from her crotch. She'd been leisurely masturbating while she was waiting for me, I guess.

"Oh, good!" she said brightly as her pussy-slicked finger slipped away from her luscious lips. "You're awake! Sam and I were beginning to think we'd have to do without our breakfast."

I smiled wanly, still trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. By "breakfast" I knew exactly what she meant: two heaping helpings of their bother's greasy cum. What a way to start the day, eh? I approached her and kissed her lightly on the lips, tasting just the slightest remnant of her pussy juice. "What time is it?" I asked as we parted.

"It's six thirty," she said sweetly as she leaned into me and slipped her hand into my boxer shorts to grab hold of my cock. "I see you'll be needing some encouragement this morning, Jake. What's the matter? Is your sister's pussy not exciting anymore? You want a blow job first?"

I kissed her again. "No, it's not that. I'm just not quite awake yet, Dani. Listen, we might have to forego 'breakfast' this morning. That inspector's going to be here soon. If he's still here when you two get back and he sees those crotch stains... well, I just don't want him to get the wrong idea."

Dani smirked playfully. "Well, if he DOES, he won't be getting the WRONG idea, now, would he? He'd be right on the money."

I hedged just a little bit. "Well... yeah, I guess you're right, but as far as HE knows..."

Dani squeezed my cock just a little tighter, which caused a sensation that began to inspire it quite a bit. The throbbing was getting insistent quickly under my twin sister's ministrations. "As far as he knows, it's none of his business. And, anyway, who says we can't have a little fun before he gets here?"

"The clock does," I said. "He's due to arrive at seven and I know the two of you well. It'll take at least that long to fill you both up. I won't have enough time to prep the gutter heaters or take a shower." I cupped her right breast in my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, only barely pinching her nipple, which immediately hardened at the contact. "I'm really sorry, Dani, but this is kind of important and you BOTH wanted me to do this, don't forget."

Dani sighed deeply in resignation, clearly bothered that I wasn't going to fuck her. "I know," she pouted. "But it's gotten to be kinda... well... it's part of my day, Jake. And I know Sammie will feel the same way. Not fucking us would be a major disappointment."

I chuckled lightly. "Well, it's not like I'm NOT going to fuck you, sis. It's just that I can't really see how we'd do it right now. There's simply not enough time. Not this morning."

Sammie strolled into the kitchen, her ponytail wagging behind her as her naked body gracefully crossed the kitchen to us. She planted a wet kiss on my cheek. I turned and wrapped my free arm around her backside, finding it still wet in some spots (a little eager beaver this morning, sis?). "Not this morning what?" she asked.

"Jake's got that inspector coming here today, remember? He doesn't have the TIME to give us breakfast. The lout." Dani, I must admit, is a hard woman to resist when she pouts- it just breaks a guy's heart to see such a beautiful woman denied anything she desires.

Sam nodded, clearly disappointed, but she took it in stride. "Well, in his defense, we pushed him pretty hard to sell that gutter heater of his. I guess this is the price we have to pay," she leaned across me and kissed our sister gently. "Besides," she added, "it's only for one day."

"Harumph!" Dani said as she crossed her arms haughtily, her thin arms crooked beneath her wonderful breasts, pushing her hard nipples just a little higher than normal, the little nubs of bright pink flesh begging for attention. "I still think it sucks."

Sam smiled sweetly in sympathy. I very much doubt that she felt much different than Dani did, but Sam has always been the more understanding of us. Dani and her indomitable will are often blind to other peoples' lives, when she really wants something. Sam, though, is entirely understanding and easy-going. "Well," Sam began, "on the OTHER hand, this presents and interesting possibility."

I stiffened. When Sammie mentions the word "interesting," I have learned from long experience, it usually means "risky." I eyed her carefully for any signs of malice, but all I could see was mischief, which is somewhat less alarming. "Uh-oh," I muttered.

Sam playfully bumped her naked hip against mine. "Be quiet you," she said. "The girls are talking." She returned her attention to Dani. "Remember what we did when Daddy had the tax man come by a few years ago?" she asked suggestively. I had no idea what she was talking about.

Dani's brow knit in confusion at the reference, but quickly brightened at some secret memory of theirs. "Oh, yeah!" she exclaimed. "Poor Daddy..." she added with a light laugh. "He thought we were going to get him arrested!"

Sammie nodded. "Wanna do it again?"

I lightly slapped the asses of each girl at the same time to get their attention. "Would one of you mind cluing me in on what you're planning here?"

Dani didn't answer the question directly. Instead, she dropped to her knees, yanked my boxers around my ankles and grasped my cock firmly in her small, warm hand. "I thought Sam told you to be quiet, bro. Sammie, go ahead and tell 'im while I have a little fun." She promptly set herself to the task of sucking me off while I vainly attempted to devote my attention to my other, naked sister's explanation.

Sam pressed herself seductively against my body, making my pulse jump just a little higher. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Dani's hand was snaking up to her twin sister's dampening pussy. "Here's how it works, Jake. Dani here will keep you nice and hard. You will go into the shower, with Dani still sucking on that wonderful cock of yours every few minutes just to KEEP you hard. Meanwhile, I will be in your bedroom, setting out your clothes. When you get out of the shower, you will leave Dani there and come to your bedroom, where you will find me, still naked, and ready for a quick fuck. Don't worry- you don't have to cum in me, just fuck me for a few minutes. THREE minutes, to be exact. Then you get dressed. The inspector should be here at just about that time. While you're fucking me Dani will be looking for a place in the house to hide."

I was exerting all kinds of effort to pay attention, but Dani's sucking was getting more distracting. "So... oh, damn, Dani. Slow down. Okay... so, what's the game, then? The two of you just play hide and seek while the invention inspector is here?"

Sam shuddered just a tiny bit as Dani's free hand found her clit and began to toy with it softly. "It's not that simple, brother. You see, after you go let the inspector in, I'll be looking for a place to hide of my own. The trick is, if you find one of us, you HAVE to fuck us for three minutes. Cum if you want, or don't, but you HAVE to fuck us when you find us." This, I paid special attention to: she said "when", not "if."

This was starting to sound a little intriguing, if a little strange. I mean, what if the inspector happened to be around when I find one of them? I asked about that. Dani was the one to answer, much to my dismay because she had to stop sucking my hard-on to do so. "You don't have to fuck us immediately," she said as she stroked my member with one hand while still servicing our twin sister's pussy with the other. "If you see us and the guy happens to be around, just find some excuse for him to leave the room. Then come back as quickly as possible and do the deed. Remember, THREE minutes!" She went dutifully back to sucking me off as though she had never even stopped. Her pace was quickening somewhat, perhaps because she was turned on by memories of our father, to whom they had done this before.

"So what's the catch?" I asked Sam. "What if I DON'T fuck you? What then?"

Sam shrugged. "No pussy for a month, that's what. Actually, no NOTHING for a month." She turned around and angled her ass in the direction of my crotch. Dani didn't miss a beat. She pulled my raging cock from her perfect lips with a small pop and then shoved it into Sam's waiting quim. I gasped at the sudden tightness I felt engulfing my cock, wrapped snugly in my twin sister's perfect pussy. "Ahhhh!" Sammie sighed. "Thanks, sis. Now, Jake, this is just a reminder, not that you need it. Do you REALLY want to risk losing this for a whole month?"

I grabbed onto her hips instinctively and began to push my cock into her slowly. "Oh, I dunno, sis. I went 27 years without it, so what's a month?" I playfully slapped her ass cheeks again as my thrusts increased tempo. God, what a way to wake up!

Sam wasn't having any of that, though. She promptly stood up and forced my cock out of her pussy in the process. I suspect that she did so unwillingly, but I guess she felt that she had to make the point clear. "I'm not joking, Jake. And neither is Dani. This is serious. We're a team, right? We fuck together and we play together. If you don't honor that, then you'll end up missing out entirely." She walked away, headed for my bedroom, without another word.

"Oh, goody!" Dani said, my cock now back in her eager hands. "Here... let's start the bath a little early," she suggested as her lips once again enveloped my pussy-coated member. She licked up and down the entire shaft, paying special attention to the soft crown at top, licking off her sister's pussy juice. When she was sure that she'd licked my cock clean, like a lollipop, she stood up. "Okay. Finished. Now, I think you've got a shower to take, if I'm not mistaken. And I'm going right in there with you, to make sure that you do it correctly."

"Hmph," I grunted. "I'm sure you will... but didn't you already take a shower? Your hair's still wet."

Dani merely shrugged. "One can never be TOO clean, can one?" she asked as she led me to the bathroom by holding firmly onto my hardness. Normally I despise rhetorical questions, because they generally seem like a waste of breath and time to me, but I was more than willing to make an exception in this case.

Dani and I reached the bathroom without incident (which, believe it or not, was harder to accomplish than you might realize, with her sweet ass cheeks swaying in front of me like a pendulum). While I doffed my boxers, Dani started up the shower. Steam quickly began to fill the room and I didn't waste any time getting beneath the hot water. Though I had gone to great pains in making the hot water pressure last longer than normal, it still tended to go faster than I would like because all three of us usually take hot showers within an hour's time. There was the added factor that time was short to begin with. Dani stepped into the shower after me, knelt before me and fondled my genitals liesurely as I soaped myself down. At the first sign of suds, Dani admonished me to try and not let any of the soap into her eyes, which were closed while her mouth found my cock and began to suck gently. I mumbled aknowledgement and set about the task of cleaning my body, which was no easy feat with Dani sucking away on my cock. Cleaning my short hair, though, was a real chore. Sadly, Dani had to stop sucking me off for a few moments as I could not avoid the shampoo suds from literally streaming down my body like a river. In deference to a blow job, though, Dani elected to stroke me with her hands. Honestly, the mixed sensation of her wet hands and the slick shampoo suds lathering all over my sensitive cock felt almost as good if not better than her warm mouth. The shower took all of ten minutes and before I knew it, I was out and drying off- with some sensual help from my sister, of course.




Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 1)



Just as I was about to put the towel away, Dani knelt in front of me. "One quick check before you go, bro," she said, my cock already in her firm, soft grasp. Without giving me a chance to respond and tell her that I was already close to cumming, my cock was once again engulfed in her warm, wet, sucking mouth. Her head bobbed a few times and then she pulled away with a soft pop, sucking especially hard on the tip, which felt so good it made my toes curl. "Yep," she said after licking her lips contentedly, "clean as a whistle. Now... go fuck the hell out of our sister before she gets impatient. I'll be waiting for you to come and find me soon." She turned towards the door, stopped and looked over her shoulder playfully. "This... is going to be fun!"

"Don't I at least get a hint of where I should look for you?" I asked.

Dani smiled coyly. "Now, now. That'd be cheating, wouldn't it? Can't have that. But I'll tell you what... find me within the first fifteen minutes after fucking Sammie and I'll give you a clue as to where SHE might be hiding afterwards." She winked at me and then slipped out the door in a flash.

I smiled and shook my head at the irony. She wouldn't cheat WITH me, but she wouldn't hesitate to cheat FOR me. She fucks like a minx and is just as crafty, my sister. I made for my bedroom, boxers in hand and erect cock bobbing about obscenely, and opened the door to find Sam kneeling on my bed on her hands and knees. Good thing, too, because Dani's attentiveness in the bathroom had me ready to pop. Three minutes to fuck my sister and then get dressed? Hell, I would have been lucky to last TWO minutes.

Sam saw my boner and smiled gleefully. "I see Dani did her job well," she said, admiring the purple hue of my cock head. She wiggled her ass happily. "Care to make a deposit?" she asked.

I didn't even waste time to see what clothes she'd set out for me. I just grabbed my throbbing knob, knelt behind her and sent my cock home inside my twin sister's wet hole. "You have NO idea," I said as I grabbed firmly onto her hips and began pounding away. "If I don't come soon, I'm going to go insane!"

Sammie rocked back and forth on my invading member and leaned her shoulders down, her large breasts jiggling only slightly, so that she could snake her hand to her hardened clit and stimulate herself while I fucked her ferociously. My cock practically FLEW in and out, now that her pussy's angle had changed to something a little more receptive. I looked down at where we were joined and admired the view of my eight-inch cunt-buster filling her box, a white missile of flesh pistoning into her with absolute vigor. "God," Sammie breathed, "you weren't kidding, Jake! You haven't fucked me this hard in a while! Ooooo! Fuck, that feels good! Fuck me, Jake. Fuck your twin sister's hot little pussy!"

I began to push even harder into her, all the way down to my root, so that my pubic hairs lightly grazed her exposed pissy lips. "Oh, fuck, sis! As much as I fuck you and Dani, you'd think the two of you would be stretched to eternity, but- OH FUCK!- you're tight as ever! So fucking tight!"

Barely a minute had passed before I felt my balls tightening, preparing to empty their contents deep within my sister's womb. Sam must have noticed my thrusts slowing down. "Tell me when you're going to cum, Jake. Let me know when you're going to fill your sister's pussy with your nasty spunk! Fill me, brother!"

I couldn't hold back anymore. The pressure in my balls had grown too intense. I pushed once more as deep as I could go and then let loose with an explosive volley of sperm into Sam's waiting fuck hole. "Nnnng! Here it comes, sis! I'm cumming! Aw, FUCK!" I felt Sam's hand slip from her clit to my balls, holding them gently as I sprayed her inner walls with my greasy sperm with two more thick shots, each spasm feeling like an electric shock that I felt from nuts to noggin. Not only could I NOT move to save my life, I was locked into position, knowing that my cum was coating her pussy from within almost to overflowing.

"OH GOD I CAN FEEL IT, JAKE! SHIT!" Sammie cried out. "I-I'M CUMMING, TOO! FUUUUUUUCK MEEEE!"

All I could do was hold on for dear life while our orgasms abated, until my muscles relaxed and I was able to pull out. When my cock, which was still hard as a rock, slipped from her frothy pussy, I saw a generous glob of my seed spill out of my sister's quim onto the bed covering. I sat back on my haunches, feeling a euphoric sexual high. "Oh, shit," I said breathlessly, "Fuck, that was intense!"

Sammie quickly turned around and leaned back on the bed, exposing her freshly fucked pussy to me as she spread her legs and scooped a heathly amount of my cum from her seething crotch. She said nothing as she sucked the juice from her fingers and palm, but the contented glaze of satiated lust in her eyes said it all. "Mmmmm!" she sighed as she swallowed. "Breakfast at last!"

I laid down next to her to catch my breath as she continued to feast on the cum from her leaking pussy. After a few more helpings, she spun around and began to clean my cock with her mouth. When she was done a few moments later, she said, "All right. One down and who knows how many left to go? C'mon. Get up and get dressed. That inspector is going to be here any minute and Dani still needs HER breakfast." She sat up and swung her naked, luscious legs off my bed. "I'm going to find my hiding place now. Hope to see you soon, bro!" She started to head out of my room and then paused and turned. "Oh, one more thing: if you find ME before you find Dani, all bets are off. Dani's next and THEN me. I'll be able to tell the difference, just so that you know. Understood?"

I grunted my understanding and reluctantly sat up to get dressed. Sam left me alone, remnants of my cum still dripping down her inner thighs. As soon as she was gone, I took stock of the clothes she'd left out for me: sweat pants, white T-shirt, sneakers, socks and (no surprise here) NO underwear. Her selection, I'm sure, was meant for 1) easy access to my cock for when I found either of my sisters in their hiding places and 2) that "casual" look almost all at-home inventors are expected to have. I put them on quickly and just as I had cinched the drawstring of the sweats, the door bell rang. The inspector was right on time.

The day looked to be very interesting indeed.


More to cum as time allows!



Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 2)



Author's note: In order to completely follow this story line, you REALLY SHOULD read the first two installments or at least "Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 1)". Just so that you know, this series will (naturally) be a three-parter.

I wrote this in one sitting, so if you find any serious flaws it's due solely to the fact that I didn't spend much time in perfecting it. I did the best that I could with as little time as I've had. I hope you enjoy this addition to the Triplets Tales!

Disclaimer: All characters in this story are fictitious and portrayed as being over the age of 18. This author does NOT condone incest or any other illegal sexual activity. This is merely a work of fiction, borne from the mind of a very under-sexed individual (TWO years dry and runnning! AAAAAAARRRRGH!).

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Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part II)



As I walked through the living room I paused to look in the mirror and check my hair. It was still a little wet, but it didn't look mussed up or disheveled from the quickie I'd just had with my twin sister Samantha. I brushed my hand through it one time, just to make sure, and then trudged tiredly through the kitchen on my way to the front door- I was good and truly winded for the quick fucking I'd just had. But I picked up my pace a little anyway because I didn't want to keep the invention inspector waiting any longer than necessary. If anything, I wanted to welcome him in, show him the invention and then get him out of the house as fast as possible. I figured out a little loophole in Dani and Sammie's game: if the guy wasn't there, the element of risk (which made the game worth playing) was gone and, therefore, over. My gutter heater is a simple device, easy to explain even to a layman, and shouldn't take long to showcase. If all went well, then I expected the inspector to be gone within thirty minutes. "Coming!" I shouted as I approached the foier.

I reached out for the doorknob, twisted it, took a deep, calming breath, and then opened it. What I saw before me gave me a moment of pause, causing my eyes to go wide. So much for the plans of mice and men; the inspector wasn't what I'd expected AT ALL: HE was, in fact, a SHE.

And what a SHE she was! Long legs, luscious red hair that seemed to flow down her arms and backside in the drifting snow and wind like a mane inspired by the Norse Gods of lore, a Valkrye standing on my doorstep. Her emerald green eyes bored holes into my own while I took this vision of beauty in, trying my best not to look her up and down with obvious surprise and intense interest. For some reason, she looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place how that was. Her lips, full and succulent just to LOOK at, curled upwards into a brief smile and she said, in the most sexy Scottish accent, "Jake Darsden, I presume?" When I didn't immediately respond, she added, "Let me guess... first time you've seen an angel with red hair or something like that?" Her voice sounded like milk and honey on a warm summer day, with cake and maybe just a touch of jasmine, for spice. Every word that fell from her lovely lips was like a meal in and of themselves, a feast for the ears.

I blinked for a moment and then got my wits about me. "Erm, no, not exactly. I was just a little surprised. I was expecting a... uhm, no, let me rephrase that. I was TOLD to expect someone entirely different."

Her smile relaxed a little and turned more genuine, appeased for the moment with my explanation. "Mister Anders cannae make it this morning. He asked me t'do the inspection for him. Will this be a problem? I can show ye my credentials if ye like."

I almost blurted out that she had all the "credentials" she needed, but kept my mouth shut and instead shook my head. "Not necessary," I said. "Please. Come inside out of the cold. May I take your coat?"

She stepped past me and shrugged off her long trenchcoat with ease, handing it to me casually and looking around the foier. "This is a nice place," she said. "Has the look of a woman's touch, if I may be so bold," she added, making it clear that she was quite aware of my shock at seeing her instead of Mr. Anders waiting at my front door.

I smiled guardedly and shrugged. "My sisters," I explained. "I live with my twin sisters. They did most of the decorating here. One of 'em is actually a graphic designer. I take care of the maintenance and whatnot." I turned towards the closet, her coat hooked over my arm neatly, and pulled the closet door open. Inside was a very excited-looking Dani, who was also very naked. I almost let out a yelp of shock at the sight of her, knowing that the inspector was just on the other side of the door, but kept quiet. All she had to do to find my nude sister standing in the closet was to hook her head around the door and watch me hang her coat. After that, our goose would be cooked six ways from Sunday.

In an effort to avoid an impending disaster, I beat her curiosity to the punch and hooked my own head around the door while closing it some, to hide Dani's presence. "Why don't you go into the kitchen? I'll be just a moment here, if you don't mind. I think there's some coffee already brewed and ready with mugs set out, if you want some. Just help yourself. It's right down those steps and through that doorway. Can't miss it."

She smiled warmly and nodded. "Thank ye," she said in that exhilirating accent of hers, "I'll do just that. I ha'nt had me a cup o' joe all mornin'." She started down the stairs. "Jus' through here, ye say?"

I nodded pleasantly and said, "Right on through. Like I said, you-"

"Cannae miss it. Right." She left me alone with the closet and my sister quickly. As she left, I couldn't help but notice that she was wearing a long wool skirt that showed the shape of one of the most perfect asses I'd ever seen. Her lean, thin hips swayed beneath the woolen skirt like a dream.

When she was gone, I turned my attention back to Dani, pulling the door ajar so I could look at her. "You picked a hell of a place to hide!" I hissed at her. "What? Did you PLAN this one out, too? I JUST got done fucking Sam, for cryin' out loud. Gimme a few minutes to recharge at least."

Dani giggled smartly, shaking her head. "All right. You caught me there. Yeah, I planned it. I just didn't expect you to find me so quickly. But, Jake, hold on a minute!"

"What?"

"That woman... the inspector... has she got red hair, by any chance?"

I thought about it for literally a second. She has a Scottish accent, which is obvious. Red hair is a pretty common thing amongst Scottish women. No big leap of logic there. Educated guess. "Yeah. So?"

"And were you able to get a look at her ass? Was it perfect? Green eyes like emeralds? Long legs? Milky-white skin? Soft facial features?" Dani was describing my guest to the proverbial "T" and had even covered details that I hadn't even looked for yet, but once mentioned, fit her perfectly.

I looked behind me, to make sure that there wasn't a mirror or anything like that with which Dani could have gleaned these details. There wasn't. Then I looked back at Dani with amazement in my eyes. "What the hell? Saying the same thing more often than usual is one thing, sis, but... fuck! You're looking through my EYES now?"

Dani shook her head emphatically. "No, dumbass! I recognized her voice. If I'm right, then that's Lydia Post. I knew her back in high school. 'Smart Lass With the Perfect Ass' is what we called her in the locker room. Damn, Jake! Almost every guy in the school wanted a piece of her. Except you. You were too interested in the cheerleaders."

I took this news in and assimilated it. Now that she mentioned it, I DID seem to recall hearing a Scottish accent once or twice back in high school, but back then I'd never given it much thought. Dani was bang-on: I was too interested in the cheerleaders to even notice the other girls. What can I say? Every guy has his fetish. I shoved the thought aside, though. If I didn't hurry, Miss Perfect Ass would begin to wonder what was taking me so long. "All right. So?"

Dani just heaved a sigh of exasperation, making her plentiful breasts bob slightly. "So, go in there and make nice-nice. I'll give you ten minutes. After that, though, you gotta come back here and," she pointed down to her delicious muff, "CUM in there."

I leaned in quickly to steal a kiss. "Ten minutes. Check. Over and out." I shoved my guest's trenchcoat into Dani's arms and then closed the closet door, sending my twin sister back into the darkness within.

I walked into the kitchen to find the inspector pouring a second cup of coffee. "For me?" I asked as I approached.

"Aye," she answered. "By the way, I'm-"

"Lydia Post," I cut her off. It was her turn for her eyes to go wide with surprise. She looked like she was about to ask how I knew, but I continued with a small lie. "We went to school together," I explained. "The years seem to have been kind to you. What's it been? Ten years now? You've changed a lot."

Lydia exhaled deeply. "Ye took the wind out o' m'sails there, Mister Darsden. O'course I recognized yer name when Mister Anders told it to me, but I dinnae expect ye to catch on t'me so FAST." She smiled again, bemusedly. "Honestly, I thought ye were more fascinated wi' the cheerleaders to pay attention t'me back then."

Was my interest in cheerleaders some sort of open high school secret or what? I thought to myself. I smirked at the comment. "Well," I said, "that may or may not be true, BUT that doesn't mean I NEVER noticed the other girls in school."

"Ye were just a touch more selective than most mates, eh?" she quipped. When I tried vainly to think of a response, she waved her hand in the air dismissively. "Ne'ermind. Ages ago, that was. Today is today. And today I'm here to inspect yer wee invention. As I understand it, 'tis some sorta shingle heater or sometin'. Ah! No, I remember now. 'Tis a GUTTER heater, right?" The way she said "gutter" it sounded like "gooter", charming in its own way, I suppose.

I nodded in confirmation. "Yeah," I said, pulling the warm cup of coffee that Dani, who was waiting for me to return and fuck her, had made not 45 minutes before to my mouth. I didn't even have to blow on it to cool it off before taking a sip. "I was having some problems with snow clogging the gutters, so I figured out a way to melt it while it was still in the gutters and let it drain down the pipes without actually having to get out in the cold to do it. Just flip a switch, wait fifteen minutes and it begins to melt. I've actually considered upping the heating coil tension so that it'll get hot enough to melt ice, too. But that's for a future upgrade."

Lydia silently listened to me prattle on about my invention for a few minutes, nodding here and there. At one point she stopped me and asked, "So how do ye deal with things like power drain and avoid short circuitin'? Wi' water all o'er the place, I'd think that it'd be a problem."

"Oh, that's simple," I answered. "The units actually lay INSIDE the gutters, like liners. In a way I guess they resemble the heating elements you'd find in a blanket warmer. You know, the plastic kind that you can fold, not the hard, bulky kind they had in the seventies. They're vacuum-sealed in a polymer plastic I found at a local shop."

"I'm familiar wi' the concept," Lydia said as she took a seat at the kitchen table and crossed her legs beneath her woolen skirt, her hiking boots kicking lazily in the air almost immediately. I took note of the fact that she was sitting in the exact same chair that I had been sitting in when Dani gave me that first blow job a month earlier. "'Cept yours are a LOT bigger," she pointed out. "And they probably take up more power since they go 'round the entire house. Which brings us back to the power drain: how'd ye resolve it? Or did ye?"

"Well, obviously, 220 volts is a lot more power than necessary to get the job done. I just canibalized an old power supply, which is loaded with resistors, from a dead TV set. Works like a charm and it's small enough to fit in a nice, small box. Doesn't take up more room than a twelve-volt lantern battery." I took another sip of the coffee and silently appreciated the mily white hue of Lydia's neck and cheeks, just as Dani had described it would be. Damn, this woman was beautiful. "To be perfectly candid, though, electronics isn't exactly my forté. I studied it a little, enough to get the job done, I guess, but I'm no expert."

Lydia nodded understandingly. "That's okay. We've got plenty o' electronics engineers who could probably make a few wee improvements on it. IF we decide to buy it, that is," she hastily added.

I glanced at the clock and noticed that the ten minutes Dani had given me were almost up. Time had flown quickly, but it was nearing the point to where I would have to fulfill my prior obligations- strange as they may be- to my sisters. I stood up, hoping that my growing erection (which had been inspired by thoughts of the impending pleasure I would soon be feeling) wouldn't show through my sweatpants. "If you'd give me a few minutes, I'll go and prep the heaters. When I get back we can go outside to see the device in action. Sound good?"

"That's fine, Mister Darsden. I'll wait here for ye." Lydia took another sip and smiled.

I turned, started to walk out of the kitchen and stopped to look back at her. "Call me Jake," I said casually.

Lydia's smile broadened happily, clearly glad to be allowed a more familiar address to me. "Thank ye, Jake. Now, git, 'fore yer coffee gets too cold." She started to take another sip, but paused. "By the way... who made it? The coffee, I mean."

That one pulled me up short. I decided to go the way of the truth. "Uh, my sisters did. Unless there's a burglar in the house who just so happens to like a fresh pot of coffee in the mornings before he robs people blind."

Lydia laughed softly at the joke. "Well, it tastes superb. Where they at, anyway? Your sisters."

"Oh, they're hiding around the house, waiting for me to fuck them silly," I said.

Okay. No, I didn't actually say that, but imagine her shock if I HAD. What I actually said was, "Oh, they're hiding out around here somewhere." Well... it was true, wasn't it? With that said, I left Lydia alone in the kitchen to go and fuck my twin sister for three minutes.

I made it back to the foier in a hurry, yanked the closet door open and saw Dani, her back to me and ass jutting outward expectantly. I had been hard for five minutes already, knowing that I would get to bury my cock into her wonderfully tight pussy, but also due to Lydia's enchanting presence in the kitchen. I needed something quick! I loosed the drawstring on my sweat pants and pushed them down just enough to expose my cock and shoved it unceremoniously into my twin sister's waiting quim with one thrust. Dani immediately cooed with satisfaction. "Keep quiet!" I hissed into her ear, bent over her back and quickly pushing into her. "She might hear us!"

Dani just rocked back and forth with my thrusts as my fuckpole invaded her inner walls relentlessly. "W-was I right?" she breathed in a low whisper. "Is it Lydia?"

"Fuck yes," I answered as I quickened my pace, my balls slapping her inner thighs lewdly as I ploughed into her. "I think she might have had a crush on me back in... nng! Stop squeezing! I can't cum yet, it's too soon after fucking Sammie."

Dani relaxed her pussy muscles some and decided to spread her legs some more so that she could rub her clit while I fucked her. "Well, I KNOW she had a crush on you," she told me. "She was always asking me or Sam if you had a girlfriend or were looking for a date. We always told her to ask you personally, that you don't bite."

"Says you," I said as I bent forward and nibbled her ear a little more forcefully than usual, pushing my cock into her completely and holding it there while she squirmed against me. "You shoulda knocked some sense into me back then. She's fucking gorgeous!"

Dani bucked hard against me once for effect. "Careful, brother. Talk like that could get me jealous."

I glanced at the watch on my wrist and saw that I had another minute to go. "Sixty seconds," I huffed into her ear and pulled back just enough so that just my cockhead was the only thing still ensconced in her pussy. "And don't worry, sis. You've got nothing to be jealous of. You're still the hottest girls I know. But she's a close second!"

Dani resumed her humping against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. "That's better," she said. "Sixty seconds, you say? All right. Enough talk. Pound that fucker home like it's your last."

"My pleasure," I said. And it was. I thrust into my sister's tight hole with gusto, like a pistoning machine, without another word between the two of us. The smell of pussy juice and sex was quickly filling the foier area, I smelled it clearly and reveled in the scent, allowing it to turn me on even more. When we had only twenty seconds left, I reluctantly pulled out and said, "You better clean me off so that she doesn't see a wet spot or anything. Quickly! Twenty seconds left."

Dani spun around on her heels and dropped to her knees in front of me as I grabbed the doorframe with both hands. My cock immediately slipped between Dani's lips, her tongue already dancing up and down the shaft in an effort to lick up all the sex juice. A few seconds later, she pulled her lips away from my cock and licked all along my penis until she was sure that every last drop of our fluids was gone. As a finishing touch, she sucked forcefully on the tip, gulping down a few drops of pre-cum and licking her teeth with the fluid. She yanked the tail of my shirt down just a little and dried off my cock quickly. When she was done, she looked up at me with a big smile on her face. "There. Done. One down and one to go."

"No," I corrected, "TWO down and one MORE to go. But I better get back there before she gets curious." Dani stood up quickly and pulled me to her for a kiss, which I was happy to oblige her with. When our lips parted, she put my cock back into my sweats and let the elastic band tighten on my waist. I reached down to tie the drawstrings and, before leaving her, slipped my hand to her pussy and then put the juice-covered fingers to my mouth. "Brother needs breakfast, too, you know." I explained with a sly smile.

Dani giggled and pushed me away gently. "Get going, you horn-dog."

I closed the closet door again (I don't know why- I guess that's just something ingrained in us: you open a door and then you close it, right?). On my way back into the kitchen, I stopped by the light switch that controls the gutter heaters. There was no real reason to "prep" the device- I'd done that the night before on the off chance that I'd have slept in- but I WOULD have liked to double-check everything before the day started. I was confident, though, that everything was working properly. That, my friends, is the power of faith an inventor has in his product, is it not?

That done, I made my way into the kitchen to find Lydia not there. Instead, she was in the adjoining living room, looking at the family pictures of me, my sisters and my late parents. She heard me come into the kitchen and looked at me. "Are ye all right? Ye looked kinda flushed."

Uh-oh, I thought. I decided to act nonchalant. "Oh, it's nothing. The switch just happens to be in a place where it gets cold easily. As you can see, I'm not exactly dressed for cold weather at the moment."

Lydia nodded and then turned her attention back to the pictures. "I recognize these three," she said as she pointed to me and my sisters, "but I take it that these are yer parents? Where are they at?"

I walked up next to her and gazed at the pictures, looking at my parents faces. I recalled the day we took that picture- about two years after the three of us graduated from high school, when we were vacationing in Costa Rica for a month. I had paid for the vacation with the money I'd just gotten from my first invention, took the entire family for some time in the sun. Fond memories, those were. I turned to Lydia and answered her question. "Our parents died last year. Actually, this is their house. The three of us didn't want to lose it- family home an' all- so we all moved in here. In a sense, we're even closer to our parents now, even though they're gone, just because we all now live together."




Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 2)



Sadness filled Lydia's eyes and she frowned slightly. "I'm sorry for yer loss," she said soberly. "But 'tis nice to hear that ye and yer sisters have become so close. Yer parents would probably be very happy with yer decision."

"Well, Dani, Sam and I have always been pretty close, but after our parents died... well, you're right. We've grown a lot closer." I thought devilishly to myself about how severely I'd understated the situation. Grown a lot closer indeed! "But we're together and that's the important thing. I'm a lucky guy to have such great sisters."

Lydia smiled warmly. "I used to talk to them all the time in high school. They always treated me nicely. I'd have to say that yer spot-on. To live with such lovely lasses, a man would have to be quite lucky indeed. I think it's sweet that you have such a healthy relationship with them."

"If you only knew the half of it, Lydia, you'd be surprised at the mouthful you've just said." I decided to change the subject before she could pursue a line of questioning about a topic that would most like end up with her having a heart attack or having us sent to jail. "Anyway... the heaters are prepped and on. You wanna go check 'em out?"

Lydia smiled and nodded. "Sure," she said. I led her back to the foier and as soon as we got there, her nose crinkled. "Smells a bit musky all o' sudden. I dinnae notice that before," she commented. Immediately I knew what she was smelling: the odor of sex from when I'd fucked Dani not a few minutes before.

My mind kicked into high gear in search of an explanation. Finally, one bubbled to the surface. "Oh, well, that's probably just a leak in the foundation somewhere. All the moisture from the snow probably got the cellar wet or something. We still haven't quite figure it out, but it's been a problem for a week or so. I don't even notice it anymore."

Lydia cocked an eyebrow at me curiously. "Ye've not investigated it?" she asked. "Now THAT sounds a bit off for an engineer to not nip a leak in the bud when he notices it."

I shrugged indifferently. "I guess I got so sidetracked with the gutter heaters that I forgot all about it."

Lydia tilted her head back and laughed. "Now that DOES sound like an engineer! So... let's get on with it. I wanna see these heaters o' yours. My coat, sir." She held out her hand expectantly.

I turned to the closet and paused for the briefest of moments. Had Dani left the closet yet? If not, she'd be clearly visible to Lydia as soon as I opened the door and then wouldn't we have a mess on our hands? I decided to trust my sister's wits and courageously pulled the door open, come what may. Gladly, it was empty with the exception of our coats. I withdrew Lydia's trenchcoat as well as my own and turned around. Lydia had turned her back on me, her arms reaching back, a clear sign that she expected me to put the coat on her like a good gentleman. I hooked my coat over my arm and was just starting to slip the sleeves of Lydia's coat over her arms when Dani entered the foier from the direction of the kitchen, a bathrobe losely draped around her body.

Lydia was the first to speak. "Well, hello there!" she said brightly. "Which one are ye? Dani or Sam?" When I moved the coat over her shoulders, she shrugged it on with a shake of her shoulders as she reached up to pull her long, red hair out. "Aw, dreck. It does nae matter. Whoever ye are, 'tis good to see ye again!"

Dani, much to my surprise, played her part perfectly and acted as though she had no idea Lydia was in the house until that very moment. "Lydia Post!" she cried. "God, it's been AGES! What are YOU doing here?" she glanced at me with a small twinkle in her eyes. "Wait... don't tell me you're here as Jake's INSPECTOR! Jake, I thought you said a GUY was coming. If I'd known that they were sending Lydia POST, I'd have flipped!" She rushed up and gave Lydia a hug, like they were long-lost sisters. Too surreal for me to even put into words. My mind was still reeling at trying to figure out how the hell Dani had snuck past us!

I glanced down at Dani's thighs when she stepped away from the hug and noted, with slight relish, that there was the faintest glint of pussy juice which had trickled down. I kept up the charade, though, and followed Dani's lead. "I had no idea, Dani. As far as I knew, they WERE sending a guy out there. Apparently plans changed. Pleasantly so, I should say."

"THANK ye, Jake. 'Tis quite a compliment. So, it's Dani Darsden, is it?" Lydia chirped. "Well, Jake mentioned that you two were about. I'm glad that one o' ye could put in an appearance. Where's Sammie?"

Dani waved it off. "Oh, she's hiding out around here somewhere," she said off-handedly. Then she looked directly at me and added with a wink, "Though, I think I saw her last in her office." Ah-ha! I was WONDERING if she'd stay true to her promise. She'd said, back in the bathroom before I fucked Sam, that if I found her within the first fifteen minutes of the inspector's arrival, she would give me a clue where to find Sammie next.

Lydia stifled a laugh. "Jake said the exact same thing when I asked about the two of ye. 'Tis funny."

Dani shrugged. "Oh. Well, we're always doing that sorta thing. We've grown a lot closer recently since our parents died-"

"Jake mentioned that, aye," she said with a tone of tenderness. "Almost verbatim," she added with a soft chuckle.

"I see. Yes. Well... business first. I'll let you get on with the inspection, but don't you DARE leave here without having a chat with me first!"

"Aye," Lydia agreed. "I shouldn't think this'll take long." She turned to me. "Right?"

I almost jumped when she included me in the conversation. I was perfectly content to just let the girls chat while I watched. "Right," I said quickly. "Not long at all. Just a few minutes and you'll see it just fine. As a matter of fact, I'd be more than happy to let you inspect them more closely on your own, uninterrupted, while I brew some fresh coffee. Maybe I could rouse Sammie out of her chamber of digital horrors while I'm at it."

Lydia's smile broadened at the idea. "Sounds splendid," she said. "Let's get to it, then. The sooner we get business out o' the way, the sooner we can have a little reunion, aye?" She started to walk towards me and the front door.

I pulled the front door open and bowed deeply as she came closer. "Right this way, madam," I said cordially. I glanced up at Dani and winked at her in appreciation for the hot tip. She winked back and turned away to get out of the cold air that I'd just let in.

My cock was almost busting out of my sweats with the knowledge that I could find my other sister in her office, ready and waiting for me to fuck her. This whole game of risk was turning out to be a LOT easier than I'd imagined!


More to cum in "Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 3)"!



Triplets 2: A Game of Risk (Part 3)



Lydia was non-plussed. "I think he already said that," she noted. Then she looked at me squarely. "I don't suppose you're going to try and say that this is not what it appears, are you?" From down the hall, Dani came on the scene and said those two infamous words which had already been intoned by Sammie and yours truly. Lydia turned to look in Dani's direction. "Getting in on the act, too, Dani?" she quipped.

I pulled my hand to the back of my neck and rubbed it roughly, trying to think of something to say or do. "Uh... okay. You're right," I said. "This IS what it appears, but before you go crazy, would you hear us out for a moment?"

Lydia crossed her arms expectantly, cocked an eyebrow at me and gave it a few seconds of thought. "In the living room?" she suggested. "Ladies, I'd like to hear your take on this, too. THIS should be good." With that, she turned away from me and headed down the hallway, past Dani, to sit and wait for the three of us in our living room.

I looked at Dani and then at Sammie with a questioning look. We all three knew each other's facial expressions well. The consensus was in: the game was over and Lydia's the winner. We stayed like that, standing where we were, for a few moments in silent conversation. After about two minutes of that, I finally opened my mouth. "I guess we'd better go face the music and tell her everything," I said.

Sammie approached me, her robe drawn about her lucious body. "Jake? Are you SURE about that? Dani and I could talk with her in private, try to smooth things over. Tell a few white lies."

I shook my head. "No," I said. "There's no way around this, sis. She heard me tell you that I'd be able to fill you full of my cum in another three minutes. No white lie is going to cover that up. She isn't running to the cops right now and wants to know the story. So let's tell her and then see what she has to say about it."

Dani and Sammie locked eyes for a second. Finally, Dani touched my arm. "Okay. We're with you all the way. Whatever happens."

We all three filed into the living room and saw that Lydia was seated in Dad's old recliner, her legs crossed. Brace yourself, because HERE is the shocker: Lydia was stark naked, not a stitch of clothing on her, and she was radiantly beautiful with what seemed to be 32-D breasts and her bright red hair cast about her shoulders. Her clothes were piled neatly next to her on the floor and she had the most bemused sort of smile on her face. Somehow she'd managed to disrobe completely in the time it took for my sisters and I to talk things through.

"Sit," she commanded. "'Cept for you, Jake. Girls, take off yer robes- we've seen each other naked before and ye know it. Jake," she pointedly absently at my clothes, "off they go. We're going to be honest here, right? So let's let it ALL hang out." I could see, from clear across the room, that her nipples were fully erect and standing on end. The only thing that I could think of was: What the FUCK was going on? Lydia, however, wasn't in the patient mood. "NOW," she added with emphasis.

The girls complied by letting their sheer robes fall to the floor and sitting simultaneously on the living room sofa. I, for lack of anything else better to do, began to undress- slowly and with a considerable amount of embarrassment. It helped, I think, to see Lydia herself already in the buff, but my mind was too much in a whirl to catch up with the events as they were unfolding. When I was finally naked before the three women, standing there in the center of the room, I looked balefully at Lydia.

"Now," Lydia said casually, "Ye're going to tell me EXACTLY how this started, when and just what the bloody hell has been going on today." And we did. I started first, told her how Sammie, Dani and I first encountered and made damn sure to explain that I DO love my sisters with all my heart. Then Dani explained her version of the story, how it all started with Dad and then Mom. Then Sammie explained about the game we'd been playing that day, thinking that we wouldn't get caught.

"Well," Lydia said tersely, "it appears that ye were wrong on that score, weren't ye?" She looked up at me pointedly. "And what now, Jake? I heard ye at the door before ye opened it. Maybe ask me out on a date or two, maybe marriage, I think was the gist of it, aye? Sounded sweet up until that bit about breakfast came up." Then she looked at Sammie. "He said ye'd spent him up. I take that t'mean he FILLED you up." Lydia glanced at me and then back at Sammie. "He as good as I'd hoped back in high school?"

Sammie was silent for several long seconds. I looked back at her and I could see the wheels in her sharp mind were spinning at high gear. Suddenly, her face cleared and I could see that she'd realized something or thought of something nothing short of stellar. She relaxed a bit, leaned in and said, "Better, actually. And, as you can probably see, BIGGER." She glanced up at me and winked playfully. To say I was confused would be understating it not just a little bit but a whole lot. I was totally lost. I looked back at Lydia to see her studying my male equipment carefully.

"Hmm," she said quietly. "Jake, come here, in front of me, please." I looked back at my sisters, who were still seated on the couch but were both more visibly relaxed now. Dani stifled a giggle and Sammie just arched her eyebrows at me in silent encouragement. I did as I was asked and approached the woman of my dreams, the woman who could cook all three of our gooses in a hot second, clueless as to why she wanted me to get close to her. When I was just two feet away from her, she reached out for my cock (which was at half-mast, I admit), making me jump just slightly at the unexpected action. She held me in her right hand and admired the heft of it, her fingers wrapping around the shaft slightly, stroking it gently. It grew quickly in her grasp until it was at full length. "Ah!" she exclaimed. "So I see!" She looked up at me with a glint of relish in her eyes. "This is most impressive, Jake."

By then I'd finally caught on. Either she and my sisters had shared some sapphic experiences back in high school and were totally comfortable with each other already OR she was just extremely adapatable in shocking situations- probably both. I did my best to play dumb, though, and said, "Well... uh... yeah, I guess so. Dani and Sam never complained."

Lydia continued to stroke my shaft softly, as though lost in thought. "Oh, I'm sure they didn't," she said. She looked up at me again. "May I?" she asked.

"May you what?" I asked back.

"This," she said. Then she leaned forward and slipped my hard cock inside her perfectly soft and velvety mouth. My cock had found a home I never thought possible! Heaven! Valhalla! Paradise! All the wonders of every world imagined paled in comparison as the tip of my blood-engorged member met with Lydia's hot tongue. She remained silent as her head bobbed up and down on my tool, driving my senses to pure ecstacy the likes of which I never knew, past or present. She was coating my eight inches with saliva and warmth in a way that was totally new and different from Dani or Sam.

I leaned my head back on my shoulders, looking up at the ceiling in silent thanks to whatever God has seen fit to smile so kindly upon me, and groaned. "Oh... shit."

Lydia pulled back to laugh a little and looked up at me. "Careful, lover. Ye're startin' t' repeat yourself." Her hand leisurely stroked up and down my shaft as she looked at my sisters across the room. "Girls? Are ye just gonna to sit there like posts or are ye gonna help me drain yer brother of every ounce of cum he has left?" My twin sisters wasted no time in getting up to join us at the center of the room. "'Tis been a while, lassies," Lydia cooed. "An' me puss could use some yeoman's work 'fore yer brother heaves the ol' ho where it counts." She relinquished control of my cock over to Dani and turned around in the recliner so that her ass was pointing straight up in the air. Sure enough, her ass was dead-on perfect, and my eyes were glued to it as Sammie crawled over to Lydia. I watched with unabashed interest as my sister's head disappeared between Lydia's slinder, white thighs while my other sister renewed the blowjob that Lydia had cast aside. Lydia moaned deeply when Sammie's tongue began to lap her pouty pussy lips gently, softly suckling on her already engorged clit, then she looked back at me, making her long, red hair slip aside and dangle over her shoulders. "Do ye like that, Jake?" she asked. "Watching yer twin sister licking another woman's quim?"

I gasped as Dani moaned loudly onto my cock. "God, yes!" I hissed. "I just pray that I'm next."

Lydia smiled with such naughtiness that my heart almost stopped. It was like I could read her thoughts before she ever voiced them. "Oh, I'm sure ye'll get yer fill o' me, Jake, before the day is out. But I'm thinkin' o' something a little more useful for ye before ye get around to lappin' me." Then she added, "Ooooo, Sammie... ye always DID know what I like! Ah, such bliss!"

The show in front of me was driving me mad! I mean, we'd just started this whole thing thinking that we were in dire trouble and, yet, here we were in the throes of a full-fledged orgy with ME as the only guy in the house! If I had died, I don't think Heaven could have been better! Dani's sucking on my cock became more intense and I was doing everything I could to keep from blasting her mouth with a load of sperm.

I think Lydia was keeping a watchful eye on me, however, because she wiggled her ass just a little bit to get Sammie's attention. "Thank ye, Sammie dear. Sweet as I remember, that was. But I DO think yer brother's about to make some more breakfast. As the guest in this house, I humbly request that I get the next helping... if ye don't mind, Dani."

Dani pulled back from my cock with a loud pop and looked up at me. "Oh, hell. I've had it every day for a month now. I guess I can go without for a little while longer. Sure. But, Jake, you've got to PROMISE me that you'll..." she giggled, "feed me later. Okay?"

Lydia answered for me. "Oh, you can count on it, Dani. That's something I DEFINITELY want to see. But right now, I want that thing buried in me to the hilt. What do you say, Jake? Care to have a sample of the 'Lovely Lass with the Perfect Ass?' I'm waiting for you."

Dani let me go and got out of my way as I all but ran over to grab a handful of Lydia's perfectly-shaped glutes. Her ass was lean and muscled and toned and, oh man, she got her nickname by birthright, I tell you. She has THE most perfect ass in the world, hands down. I placed both hands on her hips and pulled her ass close to my groin, letting my cock slide up and down the crack ever so lightly, enjoying the sensations, my cock sliding between her buns. Lydia let out a hiss of pleasure and I felt Sammie's hand grab hold of my wayward cock. I pulled back far enough for my sister to aim my cockhead at Lydia's waiting pussy, which was covered in her own juices and Sammie's saliva. When I was lined up perfectly, Lydia was the one to move. She impaled herself on my fuckpole slowly and patiently, feeling the length of me fill her up completely. We both sighed with relief and pleasure.

I moved in and out of this unfamiliar pussy a few times with slow, steady strokes. Once I was comfortable with the angle and snug fit inside Lydia, I bent down and reached around to cup the Scottish woman's breasts softly. "You're so fucking tight, Lydia," I breathed. "It feels so good inside you."

Lydia squirmed beneath me, fucking herself slowly on my cock, and breathed deeply. "Ahhh... Jake, I've been dreaming about this for years. I. Want. You. To. FUCK. ME. NOW!" I obeyed and began to push my cock in and out of Lydia's perfect pussy, filling her with each thrust to the hilt. She gasped and moaned with lustful pleasure as my pace gradually quickened. "Jake..." she said breathlessly. "I want you to treat me no different than you do your sisters. I want you to cum inside me... please."

I looked down at this, my cock sliding in and out of this woman's pussy who was begging for me to fill her with my cum, and grunted. Strengthening my grip on her hips, I put aside all pretense of care and began to fuck her in earnest, causing her hips to jump and jolt with each powerful thrust. "Your wish is my command," I said quietly.

Lydia bucked and thrashed as I continued to plow her mound mercilessly. "OH! FUCK! AYE! FUCK ME LIKE YE FUCK YER SISTERS, JAKE! FILL ME WITH YER MILK!"

I felt my balls beginning to weaken, ready to spew their contents into Lydia's womb. My humping increased tempo and I felt Sammie slip under us to lick us at the spot where we were joined, which did nothing but increase my pleasure. My twin sister alternated between Lydia's clit and the base of my shaft, licking gently like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk. Sammie was fully engrossed in her work, but moaned suddenly with a slight jerk. I looked over my shoulder and saw, not surprisingly, that Dani was in a lip lock with our sister's own pussy, lapping her flowing juices like crazy and lashing her tongue across Sammie's clitoris with wild abandon. The sight of all of this sent me over the edge and I felt the familiar rumblings deep in my balls.

"I'm there!" I shouted. "I'm gonna cum!"

Lydia pushed hard against my invading member and we both froze, my cock filling her entirely as I emptied my balls' contents deep inside her. Both Lydia and I groaned with satisfaction as my white spunk splashed against her inner walls, seeping down and deep into her womb. The smell of sweat and sex was so thick in the room that it was like a fog which clouded our minds and senses- all was sex.

My cum seeped out of Lydia's pussy in a steady flow as it continued to spurt inside of her, out onto Sammie's eagerly lapping tongue, drops at first and then followed by a long, thick stream as I felt blast after blast go off in the velvety smoothness of Lydia's inner folds. Finally, I could take no more and had to pull out. When I did, my cum was completely unleased and gushed out like a river.

"Dani!" Sammie cried. "Come get breakfast!" She moved aside to let Dani get her helping of my cum as it poured out of Lydia's drenched cunt.

Dani moved quick as a cat and was at Lydia's threshold before I could even register the action, her lips locked onto Lydia like a vacuum. Lydia remained perfectly still and moaned loudly as my sister continued to milk her sperm-filled pussy dry.

Sammie got up and leaned over the recliner, next to Lydia, and kissed the Scottish lass passionately, offering her a mouthful of the sex-juice cocktail. So turned on by the sight I was, that I just moved my still-hard cock over from one pussy to the other and shoved it in, balls deep, inside Sammie's exposed slit.

Sammie, whimpered with a groan of pleasure as I filled her pussy up. "Ooooh, Jake! Don't you EVER quit?"

I slapped my twin sister's ass plafully and then rubbed it gently, stroking my fingers around her pussy lips as my cock slid in and out of her juicy cunt. "With you three? I'd sooner die than quit fucking any one of you!" I pushed in faster until I was sure that my erection wouldn't be lost, pulsing deep inside my sister's tightness.

Lydia slowly, gingerly, got off the recliner, my cum still seeping in small drops out of her cunt as Dani backed away. "Oooo... THIS I have GOT to see!" she squeeled with delight. Lydia positioned herself so that she could kneel next to Sammie and I, watching as my cock pushed in and out of my sister's sopping, hairless mound. I turned and looked at this newest member of our little love circle and smiled. Lydia leaned up and kissed me deeply. When we pulled apart, she gently stroked her hand at where my sister and I were joined. "Hmm..." she cooed. "Feels nice. So, Jake. How was it? Still wanna take me out on a date or two? Perhaps propose marriage while yer at it? Ye might be surprised by the answer."

While still mindful of fucking my sister, I directed my attention fully at Lydia Post and said, "You're talking marriage? NOW? While I'm fucking my sister? Maybe we should date some first, just to keep things at least QUASI-normal, eh?"

Lydia shrugged. "As good an answer as I should expect I guess. Okay. We'll date. Legitimate like. But, you'd better fuck me AT LEAST as good as you did just a few minutes ago! Deal?"

I kissed my new lover softly, even gentlemanly (well... as gentlemanly as possible, considering that my cock was buried inside Sammie at the time). "Deal," I answered.

"Good!" Dani said from behind. "Now that THAT'S over with, would you mind doing me now, please? You've filled Sammie. You've filled Lydia. Now I want some of that. At least make ME cum, dammit!"

I turned around, still ensconced inside Sammie, and saw that Dani was already in position, on hands and knees, and waiting for me. Apparently, this wasn't up for debate. I turned around and Sammie sat up, forcing my cock out of her hole. "Go ahead, Jake. Our sister deserves it as much as we do. Give her what she needs." So I pulled out of one sister, turned around completely and reinserted myself into my other sister, who sighed deeply.

"Better?" I asked as I resumed the same pace I'd set with Sammie. "Is this what you were looking for?" I grabbed Dani's hips firmly and pulled her onto my fuckpole forcefully as I thrust into her. "Did you want your brother's cock, Dani?"

Dani squealed with pleasure, her large tits already swinging like dual pendulums with each thrust. "YES! Now shut up and fuck me 'till I cum! That bit in the closet wasn't anything CLOSE to what I needed! And don't stop 'till I do!"

"Yes, sister," I said with a sigh. What's a brother to do?