1 comments/ 23796 views/ 1 favorites Triple Threat By: SpankMeDaddy Stephen and I have been friends for a couple of years now. There was a short foray into dating but it didn't work out. The sex was phenomenal but ya can't base a serious relationship on that. (Well, you can, but that is another story for another time.) We have now settled into a comfortable friendship that works for the both of us. So when Stephen called with a favor, I was game for helping him out. It seems that Stephen had bought his current girlfriend a toy that was a bit intimidating to her. It had an attachment that tickles the clitoris while the penis is thrusting inside the vagina. And, it had another attachment that vibrates inside the anus as well. They are all meant to be used together. He wanted to show her that the toy was fun and not painful or hard to use. I had gotten the exact same toy for my birthday from Stephen. I thought it was kinda shitty that he was buying me and the girlfriend the exact same gift. But, I did want to show him what I have learned to do with it. We arranged a time for him to come over. I thought it would be just the two of us. He said would videotape it for his chick. Imagine my surprise when the two of them arrived at my doorstep. I tried not to show what I was thinking, which was "WHAT THE FUCK?"... It is always best to be cordial when your ex brings his current chick to your home to watch you masturbate. I offered them tea and juice, which they declined. I lead them into the sunroom and we sat down to talk. His girlfriend, Alisha, seemed really ill at ease. I haven't the slightest idea why, though. After all, I was extremely polite in talking about the weather and movies that we had all seen while my nipples almost popped out of my dress. (He really could have warned me that this chick was coming too! Sheesh!) After a tense 10 minutes of making small talk, I couldn't take it any more. "Look," I said. "I have no idea how to segueway into showing off this toy. Alisha, if you don't want to see this, we can just sit and chat and never speak of it again." I gave Stephen the evil eye for putting me in this position. I sooo resented having to be the one to put his girlfriend at ease. Alisha smiled uneasily and responded, "No. I came because I really do want to see how the toy works." She paused and put her hand on Stephen's leg. "He didn't tell you I was coming because I asked him not to. I didn't want you to change your mind or be different just because I was here, too." Stephen looked relieved. I guess that meant that it was okay to start the show. At least, I was hoping that was what that look meant. I pulled out my toy. "An ex-boo of mine gave this to me and I have gotten very well aquainted with it." Alisha laughed. "It is ok. Stephen already told me that he bought you one, too. He said you enjoyed cumming too much not to have one in your arsenal." Oook...Well hell, if she knows, Imma just go ahead and be my normal damn self. No need to pussy foot around and play like he is just a buddy. "OK, cool. Do you mind if Stephen sucks my nipple while I get ready to push this in. Even though I love how it feels, it is so big, I have a little stimulation to get things going." Stephen gave me the "that-is-really-fucked-up" look. Alisha, on the other hand, smiled broadly and leaned forward. "Oh sure. I understand what you mean. When I use my toys, I usually have to suck on them first to get them and me a little wet." I could tell this was the first time Stephen had heard that little tidbit. I don't know if he was more turned on or surprised. But, hell, that is for him to deal with on his own time. I was getting excited about the prospect of showing off for these two. I was in a long black flowing dress. The bottom flowed freely around my legs. The top covered very little, though. I usually wear it with a T shirt underneath. But with nothing but mocha skin showing, the straps of the shirt barely covered my dark nipples and left nothing to the imagination. My 40 KK breasts were full and bursting to be let free. I positioned myself on the sofa I was sitting on so that I was leaning back again the pillows. I moved one of the straps so that my right nipple was completely accessible. My breast, more than two handfuls, felt very full. I needed a little attention there. "Stephen, would you help a sista out? My breast says it needs to be sucked and bit." Before I had the whole sentence out, Stephen was there with both huge hands wrapped around my breast. He took his time to suckle me. First he licked the tip of my nipple and blew it. Then he ran his teeth slowly over it again and again. With all that nip attention, my pussy was juicing itself rather nicely. I sighed in contentment and was just about to insert the toy when Alisha stopped me. "Girl, you need that toy lubed up just a bit." She came to sit on the sofa by my legs and tood the toy from me. I watched as she slide the whole thing in her mouth. I am not into women so I hadn't really given her a good look. But, watching her full red lips surround the purple shaft of the toy had me starting to check her out a bit. She was a really light skinned black woman, with a cute face. She rolled her eyes a little as the shaft rolled over her tongue. Her breasts were very full, at least a 44 G. They were heaving in her top, just a little. I could tell she was getting excited as well. Just when I thought she was going to raise her jean skirt and use the toy on herself, she smiled and slide the toy from between her lips. "Sorry," she giggled. "I got a little carried away." She casually placed her hand on my thigh as she returned my toy now covered in her saliva. "Here ya go, girl!" I told myself "what the hell" and propped my left leg up on the top of the sofa. I wanted them to be able to get a good view of my toy going in. My other leg I put down on the floor so that I could have some leverage. I could feel the thick, slick head going in slowly. It felt so good that a moan came from my throat before I knew it. I pushed it in until it fit snugly inside me with the clit teaser resting on my full lower lips. I was trying to get the anal probe inside my ass without dislodging Stephen from my nipple. Just as I was about to give up on that, I felt a soft warm hand touch mine on the toy. "Do you want me to help you get that last part in your ass?" Alisha licked her lips and scooted closer to my parted legs. "I can stick it in for you, no problem." Stephen hadn't stopped licking and biting on my nipple, but his eyes got huge when he heard what his girl said to me. I grinned at her and told her, "Please slide it into my ass. That would be great." I felt her hand parting my asscheeks. It was weird to have a woman touching me like that. But, it felt very erotic as well. I thought she would just slide the toy inside my ass. She, apparently, had other thoughts. I felt one of her fingers stroking my butt hole lightly. It tickled but I wanted more of it. When she pushed, my back door bloomed open to allow her access and suck her in. I wiggled my ass so that she could go deeper. Deeper would have been great right then. But, she took her finger out and slid the probe in. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready for it." I smile and said, "Oh yeah. I am ready for it." Our eyes met and we both could tell that we meant more than just the anal probe. I knew that before this was over, I was going to feel her tongue on my pussy. Then, Alisha switched the toy on. My body jumped at the shock of the first vibrations. I tried to reach down to take the toy so that I could start to fuck myself with it. Alisha started to move it for me. Slowly at first, in and out, twisting it just a little bit. I started to grind my hips on it, creating even more friction. The anal probe was vibrating deep inside me, as was the shaft. And the clit stimulator was drumming up and down at a nice steady pace. I smiled at Stephen and requested that he suck me other nipple for me. He readily complied. It felt so good to be running my fingers through his dark curly hair as his girlfriend fucked me with the toy. I could tell from how he was sucking on my breasts so deeply that he was into it too. I could no longer see Alisha, but I sure could feel what she was doing to me. With her long fingers, she parted the top of my pussy lips so that my toy had better access to my clit. It felt like the vibrations started on my pussy all over again. I felt her moving her fingers on my lips and playing with me while the toy was working me over. I knew it would be a quick cum for me. I wanted more. I needed more. "Alisha, do you mind if I suck Stephen while I cum? I get a much better cum if I have something to suck on." Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say ye.. "Go ahead." Alisha sounded breathless. "I am sure that would help him out as well." When Stephen raised up to unzip his pants, I could see Alisha, still fucking me with the toy. But, I could tell that she was playing with her pussy as well with her other hand. She had unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was pulled up so that her breasts were hanging free. Her pink nipples looked like they were pencil erasers hanging from her milkly breasts. I had forgotten that Stephen was so big. When he started sliding his chocolate 11 inches into my mouth, I had to adjust so that I wouldn't choke as he went all the way to the back of my throat. My lips were being stretched the max around his thickness. I knew I would have stretch marks on my lips the next day. I wrapped my fingers around his base and jerked him off into my mouth as I sucked and licked all over him. I was in nirvana and I knew that my cum was inevitable. I started to suck Stephen with intensity. I opened the back of my throat and let him fuck my mouth until his pubs were brushing against my face. My hips were working overtime grinding on the toy. Stephen could tell that I was about to cum so he started to twist and pull on my nipples hard. That was all I needed to push me over the edge. My inner lips started to convulse like crazy. I could feel the hairs all over my body stand up as waves of massive pleasure washed over me. I had to stop sucking Stephen because my body was jerking so hard. When he pulled his dick out of my mouth, I screamed in pleasure until my body slowed down to a intermittent jerk. When I could open my eyes again, I looked down and Alisha was mesmerized by what she had seen. If I cum really hard, I have a tendency to be a squirter. I must have squirted pretty good, because Alisha's whole hand looked like I had peed on it. It was even on her sleeve a little bit and on her skirt. I was mortified. I tried to sit up and apologize, the toy still inside me. But Alisha wasn't listening. While Stephen stood stroking himself and watching his girlfriend, she got her first taste of pussy. Alisha bent down to where the toy was still connected to me and began to lick me and the toy. It felt like she was just tasting me at first. I guess she liked what she tasted because next thing I know, she had pulled the toy out and dived straight into my pussy. Right after cumming, my poor kitty was still sensitive. It wasn't ready for the onslaught that Alisha gave it. She opened my lips up and ran her tongue inside my walls. I could feel her tongue wiggling around up in me. She switched up and started licking my still sensitive pearl and my body started to twitch in earnest again. I couldn't help but to cum all over her pretty face and breasts. Stephen looked like he was ready to bust as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. I could tell he needed to fuck but didn't know where to put his dick. I smiled at both of them and said, "I guess we need to help the both of you cum now. You gave me such a wonderful nut. I would be a selfish bitch if I didn't give you guys one, too." Alisha looked like that was the best idea she had ever heard. I thought I could play with her pussy while Stephen fucked her. She wanted to try a different approach. Alisha stood up and disrobed completely. She was a sexy full figured woman with a full bottom and thighs. Her big breasts swayed seductively as she lay back in the middle of my floor. She motioned me over. "How about this," she said with a big smile. "How about you fuck me with your toy while I lick your pussy some more and Stephen fucks you. I love the taste of Stephen. And I am finding that I love the taste of you. What could be better than tasting both of you while my kitty gets stroked?" Stephen and I looked at each other in amazement. We never saw this day going this direction. He smiled at me and said, "Hell, I am game. Let's do this!" His clothes hit the ground even quicker than his girl's had. I always loved how Stephen looked naked. But, I felt a little guilty staring at his six pack and nipple rings with his girl right in the room with us. I couldn't help but to go up and bit a nipple before I took my cum covered dress off and joined the party. Alisha had her right hand between her legs diddling away. "Oh yeah, bite his other nipple. I like how his dick jumps when his nipples are bit." Well, fuck, if you gonna give me the go ahead and fuck ya man, who am I to say no thanks. So, being the champ I am, I put my all into pleasing his nipples. I am 5'2 and he is 6'3. When I pulled him closer to me by his asscheeks, his nipples where right at mouth level to suck on. I took my breasts and rubbed them around his shaft while I sucked his nipples. I could see Alisha playing with herself and sucking one of her own nipples while she watched the two of us. Stephen's gigantic hands were cupping my ass, urging me on. I knew I had to stop before I started fucking Stephen right there, his woman be damned. I broke away and said, "Hey, let me just wash this toy off so we can get with the gettin'." Alisha stopped playing with herself and sat up. "No, don't!" She looked embarassed. "I want you to put it in me while your cream is still on it." I could tell she was uncomfortable saying it out loud. I could also tell that she really, really wanted it that way. Stephen and I exchanged glances again. It was apparent that there were hidden depths to this chick that he didn't know about. Somehow, I guessed Stephen was going to be in for a wild ride with this girl. I straddled Alisha's face, centering my pussy over her lips. Before I could bend to go into a full 69 position, Alisha pulled my hips to her face. With her nose in my ass, she licked me until my cum started to drip into her mouth once again. Then she allowed me to move so that I could get into position to put the toy inside of her. Alisha's tongue slithered over my wet lips while I parted her wet ones. She was so excited that her thighs were even covered in creamy juices. I could feel the heat coming out of her sex as I opened up her inner lips. Her hips started to grind as I put my shaft into her, one inch at a time. When it was all the way in, I made sure the clit teaser was ready to do its job. Then, I slid the probe into her ass. Instead of her acting intimidated by the toy, Alisha seemed to welcome all the intrusions into her body. I moved the toy in and out one time to see if everything was attached right. I could her the slurp of her juiciness on the toy. When I turned the switch, I saw her body jump. With a soft "oh", I knew she was ready for whatever that toy was going to give her. I felt her lips on my sex once again as Alisha started to hold me down to her face and tongue me slowly. Stephen put a knee on each side of Alisha's head. With one sure stroke, he was all the way to my womb. We developed a rhythm. I was fucking Alisha with the same beat as Stephen was fucking me. Alisha was taking her time to run her tongue over every inch of my open lips. That only worked until Alisha started to stroke Stephen's sac. Then, all hell broke loose. Stephen started to fuck me with determination and strength. He was holding my hips so firmly that I couldn't run if I wanted to. (Which I didn't....) That made me start to fuck Alisha harder. I also turned up the speed on my little clit friend to maximum strength for her. Alisha, in turn, took my clit into her mouth and sucked on it with all her might. My inner lips grabbed Stephen and milked him tightly. I heard his growl only a second before I felt his cum shoot into me deep. My pussy started squirting juicies out everywhere. Alisha's face was covered with my cum. Alisha started screaming into my pussy hole as her kitty started to climax. I could see lots of girl cum dribbling out of Alisha as she flopped under me. Her hands grabbed my breasts and twisted my nipples through her orgasm. When she had come back to earth, I sat up on her face and let Stephen's nut dribble down into her mouth. Stephen came around so I could clean him up, too. Once Stephen and I were cleaned up, we all fell into an exhausted heap. I looked at Stephen and started to giggle. He started to laugh as well. Then, we both looked at Alisha, all covered in our cum and started to laugh even more. Alisha looked back at us with a grin. "I am happy this put the both of you in a good mood." She started to rub on her nipples. "Once we take a little break, I would like to try that all over again." Triple Threat Change can happen so suddenly. I'm twenty-six years old, and I live alone in a one bedroom apartment in Manhattan. In all honesty, I'm a ladies man. A bit of a man whore. Kind of like Joey Tribbiani, only I have no acting ability. I used to go from bar to bar and cafe to cafe and bookstore to bookstore scoring numbers. I'd be having sex about six times a week, never speaking to the women I slept with again. Of course they were hurt, and of course I didn't really mind. It was no skin off my back. The women I picked up varied in sexual ability. In general it ranged from terrible to okay. Honestly, I just needed something to fill up my nights. A few good investments had me living easy, so I had no workdays. I was at least smart enough not to waste my money on an apartment I didn't need with a lot of other useless shit. So if my math was correct, I'd be just fine for the next five years. So I decided to spend that time enjoying life before my prime was over. My sex life was monogamous for respective nights. One girl, one orgasm for each of us, goodnight. They wanted more than one, because I could certainly give it to them, but it was up to me. Besides, after one, they could say they were satisfied. Very satisfied. Over the period of one week, I would develop from having one girl to two to three. Not only that, but I would find myself enjoying life at its fullest like I never had before. ********** I wake up at 8:00 in the morning. My bed is directly in the center of the room with about five feet between it and the wall on all sides. The walls are blank. There are two lamps in the back corners of the room on night tables. In the drawer of the back right table I keep my glasses. In the drawer of the back left table I keep a copy of a book that I haven't bothered to read yet. The front right corner has the door, and from the front left to the door is the closet. I have all my suits organized in intervals so that I don't wear the same suit twice in ten days. There's just enough space for a little dresser that I keep two pairs of jeans and three white t-shirts in. There's my underwear, my socks, and condoms. More condoms than anything else. On the wall close to the closet a window looks out to the New York street below. I go through my little routine of showering, getting dressed, and watching the news. I'm out the door at nine o'clock and say good morning to the door man whose name I don't know, though he knows my name. "Good morning Mr. Cameron." He'll say. But I always tell him to call me Gary. I turn left, left, right, go straight for three blocks, left again, and then I'm at Kallem Kafé. I walk in and order a coffee and a slice of banana bread. I receive these things silently on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays because Lexi, the counter girl, never got a call back from me. But the place is just where I go, so I got used to it. At least I try to be nice to her. I eat the same bread and drink the same coffee every morning. Rainy days, snowy days, humid days, and days of perfect weather. Banana bread and a mocha brew with vanilla cream and one packet of sugar. I sit there and think of nothing, do nothing but stare at the table and consume. I worked at this slowly and left by 9:30. This was when I got open range to go wherever for however long. The easy place to go was Central Park. There are different women everywhere with similar personalities. There was plenty of variety, though. The nature lovers, the yoga fanatics, the running athletes, the soccer athletes, the college seniors, the first-time visitors. But my favorite was always the tourist. She would be there with family or friends or whoever. That's what made it fun. But again, Central Park is the easy place to go. The really easy place to go is the bar. What could be easier than the girls who drink with their friends and practically throw themselves at the men they deem attractive? And boy am I attractive - according to nearly every woman I've fucked. And my mother; I'm her "pumpkin angel". Then there's the harder locations like the book stores. The women who go there tend to be shy or like to keep to themselves. They're very involved in their books, so there's not much time to get hit on by any kind of man. That book that's in my night table is for just this. I know nothing about it, but I know just enough about its author to score the girl's number. It works best when she's browsing for books or reading one. I'll slyly place myself close to her and give it a moment, then I'll notice her in a side glance and put myself into her world. I'll ask her about what she's reading. I'm not really listening, and when she's done talking she normally asks who I like to read. I'll tell her about the author as a person, what inspired him to write, where he came from, and then I'll say some bullshit about how I interpret his writing style. She'll just keep listening to me ramble, and I'll eventually ask for her number. After that, I'll go home and throw the book onto my couch opened up to a random page. We'll go out to dinner at a cheap restaurant with nice atmosphere like a pizzeria or something, and when I invite her inside she sees the book. I don't know what it is, but she'll suddenly be naked as soon as she sees it. That's how it used to be. ********** DAY ONE: SUNDAY I woke up at 8:00 in the morning. I slid out of bed and walked to the shower. Then I showered, big surprise. I went back to the bedroom and picked out my Sunday One suit. I went out to the couch and turned on the news. The recent storm hadn't done too much damage, which was certainly good news. Some crime had occurred during it, which surprised me. A few other stories about gas prices and good citizens passed by and I was out the door. I got my banana bread and coffee from the silent Lexi, and left Kallem Kafé. It was a Central Park day for me. I hailed a cab and got out around Fifth Avenue. I bring a notepad with me and pretend to write so that I'm not some creepy guy watching people at the park. I walked for about twenty minutes before I found an interesting looking girl. She was doing yoga on a blanket by the water. The plan was to wait for her to finish and "accidentally" run into her and somehow bring up my writing. After about ten minutes, she started gathering her things. I got ready to bump into her. I got off my bench and started walking. She was getting closer and closer, nobody in front of her. But as I passed by a fork in the road, I ran into someone else. She was a girl who was about to take a picture of a building visible from the park. I know because she dropped a camera. I bent down to pick it up for her, and so did she. "Gary?" she said. It was my cousin Marcia. I was so surprised that what came out was a deadpan, "Yeah?" "Don't 'yeah' me you big goof! This is crazy! Of all the people I could run into in the Big Apple!" As I tell you this story, I can't remember what I was thinking when I said this: "No one who lives here calls it the Big Apple." I hadn't seen Marcia for eight years, which is about the time I moved to the city. My parents threw me a farewell party which she was at, and that was the last time I had seen her. She called me about once a month for the first two years, but the past six have been in random intervals. Now I had bumped into this sandy-haired twenty-four year old woman I called my cousin. Why I was so rude to her I could never explain. "Listen, Janie and Adrian are here with me. We were going to surprise you but I guess that was ruined." She laughed in her cutest way. "Are you busy? Do you want to come hang out with us, show us around?" Again, something inside of me just didn't register what was going on. I certainly loved my family, but I didn't want to see them just yet. It may have been the anticipation of the hot yoga girl, but I still believe my words were inexcusable. "Can't you show yourselves around?" She lost a little bit of her excitement. I was starting to offend her. "Well you live here, can't you show us what's good?" "I could. But the best way is to find out for yourself." "Gary is something the matter?" "Me? No. How are you girls?" She perked up again at the question. "We're all great! We're so excited to be in the Big Apple! We all..." she rambled for a little bit, and I stopped listening. I looked around and the yoga girl was gone. Then some words caught my ear. "...and we've all got boyfriends! Mine's name is Kevin, Janie's is Louis, and Adrian's is brand new, his name is Mario, he's from Italy!" They all had boyfriends. That's when the care kicked back in. I knew who I was, and I feared that these men were like this too. "Boyfriends, huh?" I said. "That got you talking! Well yeah, we're all taken ladies now!" "Did you come with them?" "No, haha. I guess you can't meet them." "Well listen," I said with more interest, "I'm not busy tonight, so why don't you three meet me in Times Square at 6:00?" "That sounds great for the four of us, but I'm thinking that you and I spend time together right now." She said with a hint of control. "Oh. Okay. Sure, why not? What do you want to do?" There's two ways to look at that question I asked her. On the one hand, I shouldn't have asked her that because the next couple of hours were a painful montage of shopping and tourism. On the other hand, I wouldn't be where I am now. But when I asked, Marcia got a wicked smile across her face. ********** Do you know that feeling when you've had such a long day that you just want to faceplant into your bed? That's how I felt at 4:00 p.m. when I got home. Marcia agreed to the Times Square date and I knew I needed rest before I put myself through what could very well be three times the pain. Janie and Adrian were major pains in my ass. I love them of course, but they're three years younger, and that was a major problem for me in high school. They were the kind of girls who always asked questions and kept cramping my style. I lost a lot of opportunities because of them. Chauffeuring them around, dealing with stupid rumors they started about me, and having to beat the shit out of their shitty boyfriends: not my cup of tea. So I needed to rest before meeting with The Twin Banshees as I used to call them. If the only thing that I was about to experience tonight was screaming, obsessive and girl talk, I would need a lot of willpower to get out of bed again. But I had to do it. I loved these girls, and they wanted to see me. So I just took a nap for an hour and got up, however reluctantly. I had to change my clothes because my Sunday One suit got all wrinkled from my nap. I was at least smart enough to have my Auxiliary One Suit for such emergencies, so my system didn't get thrown off. As I walked out the door, I had no thoughts. I had no emotions. Only the feeling of a midday nap still lagging my pace. Little did I know that my life was about to change. ********** I arrived in Times Square at 5:45 pm. It was pretty crowded after broadway matinees, so I had to call Marcia and tell her to meet me in front of the Bank of America vestibule. They got there before I did. The crowd was thinner over here, so I got a clear view of the girls from about sixty feet away. Like I expected, my girls were still beautiful. Earlier I forgot to mention Marcia's looks. In high school she was nothing special. She was the even C. Not C- and not C+. Just a C. She wore make up moderately and didn't do much with her hair except at the school dances. Now she was a hardbody. I never found out if she had started working out or what, but in the eight years since I had seen her, she became an A. Not an A+ but certainly an A. Of course, I wasn't thinking of her sexually, so I didn't really notice. Adrian and Janie were always gorgeous. They were short and cute with shoulder length blonde hair. They had these gorgeous hypnotizing green eyes and nearly perfect smiles. Now Adrian had dyed her hair brown and cut it a bit shorter than Janie's. They looked practically the same after eight years, but now there was an air of maturity about them. At twenty-three, they looked my age. But my did they act the same. "Ladies!" I yelled above the noise of the city. They all turned around and screamed their girlie screams. All three of them dashed at me and collectively tackle hugged me. I almost fell backwards with the force of three women coming on me all at once. Fortunately my sisters were small enough that my strength withheld. "Gary! Oh my gosh you look so handsome! Where have you been in our lives? We missed you so much!" I couldn't really tell which girl said what because their voices were the same. "It's good to see you too ladies." I said with slight sarcasm. They didn't notice. After about a minute of silent hugging, Adrian broke off. "Clubs. Which ones are good?" "Why do you want to go to a club? Don't you all have boyfriends now?" "Gary, haven't you ever seen a girl's night? It's not about getting with guys, it's about teasing the shit out of them and getting hammered." "That sounds extremely manipulative." I said, ignoring my own lifestyle. But you have to admit, that's a bit cold. Regardless, I took them to a nearby club that I can't remember the name of, mainly because I never went in through the front door. It was odd how this club had so many people go to it yet it never guarded its back door. So I escorted the ladies inside, and without even a word they all dashed onto the dance floor. Typical, I thought. They wanted to spend time with me so they dash out to be cockteases. If that was the way they wanted to be, then fine, I'll be typical Gary too. I planted myself at the bar, waiting to order my drink after I'd picked my target. I scanned the place. Not too crowded, it wasn't late enough yet. But there was still a good amount of people enjoying themselves. The flashing lights, green, red, blue, purple, yellow, all the spectral pigments dancing about the room and obscuring faces, it still couldn't block out one face. Marcia's. As she danced, my eyes locked onto her. I still couldn't believe how much she had changed. She was absolutely gorgeous. Those hips, how they moved with the basic rhythm of the common club song. Somehow her movement made the music and the atmosphere so unique. I noticed that I was staring at her and I broke my trance. It was weird of me to be staring at my cousin in such a way. I returned to my scanning. Red heads, blondes, brunettes, pink hair dye, none of it mattered that night. It all seemed so bland. Hum drum. But Marcia... I must have tried pulling my eyes away from her for half an hour before she stopped dancing and came to the bar for the first round of drinks. "Come on, Gary! Show us what you've got," she said. I looked into her eyes for a quick moment before regaining face and lying, "I don't dance." Of course I danced. If I didn't that would take out a large demographic of women for me to score. "You do tonight!" she said. "Not tonight," I returned. "I'm going to order the four of us drinks. You're going to have yours so you can loosen up and dance with us, okay?" "I'll drink but I won't guarantee my feet touch the dance floor." "That's okay," she giggled. "I'll guarantee it for you." She turned to the bartender to place the order. I stared again. Her confidence glued my gaze to her. It was very much like mine, and I couldn't help but be attracted to her for a fleeting moment. Maybe half a second where I saw myself pressing her against the wall and forcing my mouth onto hers. Her sandy hair brushing against my bare chest as she slid her way down to my- "Okay, drink up!" she said, handing me what I believe was Vodka Cranberry, the most common of female mixes. I downed the drink in a quick motion and set the glass on the bar. "Tastes great. Still won't dance." "Very well," she said. "I'll have to force you then!" She grabbed my arm and dragged me out onto the floor. I didn't want to completely ruin her night, so I only mildly resisted. At last I was on the dance floor, my dear cousin swaying her hips and dropping to the floor slowly. I rolled my eyes and she stood up straight. "Dance. I'm gonna take the girls to the bar for their drinks. If you leave the dance floor or refuse to dance then we'll spend the whole night talking about our periods." That was all I needed. I looked down to gather myself, and when I looked up again I was practically Tony Manero. Marcia smiled and grabbed Janie and Adrian to take them to the bar. I lost track of them, but luckily my mind was on dancing, so it didn't bother me too much. I probably danced alone for thirty seconds before a steamy brunette locked eyes with me. She seemed both impressed and aroused by my moves. She made her way over to me and started to dance with me. At first it was innocent, but before long she turned herself around and pressed her back to my stomach. Her hands on my hips, she subtly rubbed her ass against me. This is the sight that the girls saw when they came back. Marcia glared at the woman, and gave me a hateful look. I asked the woman to excuse me, and walked back over to my girls. "I'm sorry, she came to me," I said. "Whatever Gary," Janie said. "Just remember we want to spend time with you." "That's right," Marcia reinforced. "We're here for you." "Don't be so mean to him," Adrian said. "We want to make sure he's having fun too, right girls?" "Oh he will," Marcia said ominously. "Let's dance." I danced with my girls for quite some time. And I noticed that the brunette was looking over at me, a look of resentment on her face. She wasn't angry at me, more threatened by the women she had no idea were my family. Time and several drinks passed. The girls did their teasing, getting more and more drunk as the night went on. I was starting to get worried that they would get too drunk and make a stupid mistake. Just when I was about to suggest to Adrian that we shove off, the brunette came to me once again. She grabbed my wrist, obviously much more drunk herself. I had only had one more drink after the first, so my mind was much more stable. I noticed her slightly unbalanced walk. She dragged me through the crowd and I lost track of the girls. Eventually we reached the ladies' restroom, where she pushed me in with a knowing smile. I hit the wall, expecting her to do precisely what she did. She pressed herself against me and kissed my neck sensually, obviously making a last ditch effort to keep my attention. We hadn't exchanged a word all night and here she was ready to give herself. Naturally, I grabbed her hips and stuck my tongue into her mouth. We engaged in this most basic of sexual activities for a short three minutes before another woman walked into the restroom. "Gary, what the fuck?!" I looked up to see Marcia, looking pissed. Not just angry pissed, but drunk pissed. The brunette woman didn't stop. Marcia walked over to her and pulled her off me, and said, "Back the fuck off, bitch!" I thought a fight would start, but the brunette woman just stared. "You wanna fight for him? Is this an attention contest?" I was about to step in and stop the quarrel when Marcia dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. "Because guess what, bitch? This guy's here for me." She pulled out my cock and started sucking it. The brunette woman looked defeated and left the restroom. "Okay, Marcia, you've made your point," I said, standing in disbelief at the sight of not only a sexy woman suddenly engaging in masterful fellatio, but my cousin being that sexy woman. She didn't stop sucking, as if she had no idea that I was her cousin and that I had told her to stop. She held onto my shaft with her right hand, keeping the head of my cock just inside her mouth and licking the whole of its surface area. At first my knees almost buckled, but I managed to stay standing, and she kept on her relentless sucking and licking. Triple Threat "Marcia come on, stop that," I said in a wavering whimper of awful pleasure. She didn't. She was in an entirely other world, not only completely focused on the task at hand, but seemingly enjoying it. If any part of her drunken mind had realized who I was, it didn't care, and turned the taboo of the situation into a catalyst for harder work and better effort. Marcia started to moan, as she had started to masturbate while my dick began to slip deeper into her mouth, feeling the back of her tongue. That's when I lost myself. I didn't know this girl, she certainly wasn't my cousin. She was just another good slut, sucking my plentiful cock. That's when the competition began. The Brunette came back into the bathroom, now accompanied by a very drunk red-head, wearing a small black dress that left little to the imagination. I was sure I knew where this was going. Marcia pulled away to look at them, but quickly resumed sucking, now at a fast and determined pace. "Okay you," the Brunette said, playing with the red-head's hair. "That whore, or us two sexy sluts?" The decision was an obvious one, and Marcia knew it. She stopped sucking my cock for a moment to look at the sluts behind her. She glared at them, and in a dark and threatening voice said, "I don't think so." Marcia twisted and jerked my cock with amazing skill, drenching it with all the saliva she could muster. She had a perfect rhythm, and after a certain amount of jerks she would take my entire length down her throat for an ever so short second, and then continue her jerking and sucking motions. The Brunette and her friend looked on in awe, obviously impressed. In my head, I smirked at them. I looked down at Marcia, into her beautiful eyes as she took my cock all the way down once again, and that was it. Thirty seconds had passed, and I shot my load into her mouth. Only one little drop managed to seep past her lips, the rest staying on her tongue. She turned around and showed the sluts. "Can... we have some?" the red-head asked. Marcia looked at the poor whore with some pity. So she got back on her feet and walked over to her, gently planting her lips onto the drunken woman's, and passing all of my cum to her. She looked at Marcia with some sentimentality, and then shared with the Brunette. It was like some strange ritual. The sluts thanked Marcia, and then left the bathroom. Marcia turned back to me, a sloppy smile on her face, and said, "Well, that was fun! Let's go find the girls." It's like it was just a walk in the park to her. I was too dazed to protest, so we went back into the crowd and found the twins. "Where were you two?" Adrian asked? "Just talking," Marcia replied. She turned and winked at me. DAY TWO: MONDAY "Come on, you know you enjoyed it," Marcia said to me in the cab ride to Union Square. "It was fucked up, Marcia. Really fucked up," I replied. Since she had given me one of the better blow jobs of my life, my head had been spinning. I wasn't sure she had known what she was doing, but apparently she had. She even enjoyed it, and wanted more. So when we got into the cab to go find the girls, she asked if I wanted more. "Oh come on, it's not like it's the first time," she snarked. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You don't remember? Gary, I sucked your cock like ten times in high school. I mean, you were super drunk, but you seemed to enjoy it. Think about it. The jacuzzi, the football field, those were all me." A strange wave of confusion hit me. I remembered those blow jobs vividly, but I thought those were other girls, especially the jacuzzi. That had been probably the second best blow job of my life, and it had happened in front of six other people. Did they know? Not that it mattered, but if no one told me... Marcia's hand was on my cock. Somehow I'd gotten hard thinking about those past experiences, and she noticed. "See? I knew you liked it. Gary, my boyfriend is an asshole, and I've been wanting to dump him for a long time. This is just some encouragement for me. And some fun for you. Do I need to convince you?" Marcia lifted her dress, revealing her unpantied vagina, slightly wet already, and now feeling the efforts of her right hand begin. "Marcia, please don't." "You don't want me to get bored, do you? Oh, if only I had something else to do. I guess I'll just have to masturbate all day long," she teased, making her goals obvious. I thought about it for a quick moment. On the one hand, she was my cousin, and it was incredibly weird to want her to suck my cock. On the other hand, she was very good at what she did, and the fact that I didn't even have to seduce her made it much easier to say yes. There was no con, no lies, just blunt blow jobs. "Okay, fine, just shut up after this," I said, pretending to show reluctance. "Mmmm, I like that attitude," she cooed. She let her dress fall back to her legs, and a moment later my cock was once again filling her mouth. As it turned out, Marcia took her own pleasure in performing. Many women find blow jobs to be a chore, a silly act of foreplay that's more an inconvenience to them than a pleasure to me. Not Marcia. She truly enjoyed the art of fellatio. She teased me a little, warming me up by licking the whole of my penis. After she had lubricated me, she let her hand begin light jerking, but I didn't want to have any of it. I grabbed her hair and practically forced my cock down her throat, taking her by surprise but also visibly arousing her. She moaned, impressed by my vigor. I did my best to act nonchalant. The cab driver didn't seem to notice at all. He was too focused on the road, which was a good sign for us. Traffic wasn't too heavy, but he was certainly trying to get us there as fast as possible. A good driver, I thought. But only for a nanosecond. After that, my mind immediately went back to the amazing tongue pattern Marcia made near the bottom of my shaft. Had she really done this to me during high school? She must have. She seems to know exactly what I like. Or maybe she's just that good. I had fun imagining her practicing blow jobs with her friends, eventually learning to deepthroat, and even compare skills by sharing a cock. I saw her naked, on her knees, taking an intense facial, and moving on to another guy. The road to the crown: Blow Job Queen. I came in her mouth once again, this time not a single drop escaping her luscious lips. She swallowed it all gladly, and licked my cock just a few more times before letting it return to its cotton prison. My Monday One suit hadn't suffered any wrinkles in the process, luckily. "Thank you Gary, I love you," she said cheerily, a new peppy attitude in her aura. We arrived at Union Square, and a wave of relief came over me. I wouldn't have to worry about Marcia making any advances in front of the twins. What I should have worried about was a little worse than that. Adrian and Janie had been there for about half an hour before we arrived. They had just been walking the whole time. I thought they would have explored the area, but for some reason they didn't want to do that without me. They were always very dependent on me, which confused me during high school when they would torture my social life. "Where've you two been?" Janie asked. "I woke up late, sorry," Marcia lied. She had actually woken up early to come by my apartment. I fended her off until we got into the cab. "Well let's go see the sights! I want to hit as many as we can before we head to Victoria's Secret," Adrian said. Janie sighed. "Adrian, I really don't want to go." "Well I want to get something nice for my boyfriend, and that just so happens to be a nice pair of crotchless panties for me to wear." I thought about that for a second. Coming home from an uneventful day, tired and disappointed, to find Adrian dressed down to the height of lingerie: a revealing lacy bra, shining high heels, thigh high stockings, and the coveted and desirable crotchless panties. It was a nice thought. "Jesus Christ," I said aloud, realizing what I was thinking about. "See, we don't want to hear it," Janie said, saving me an explanation I probably couldn't have come up with. Even so, Janie seemed surprisingly touchy about the subject. Last night she seemed totally fine with teasing the hell out of strange men, but today the idea of sex revolted her. I dismissed it as... menstrual issues. "Don't be so prudish, Jane," Marcia added. "Anyway, where to first?" Another long day chauffeuring the girls around. We hit all the big spots. The Statue of Liberty, Central Park, The Empire State Building, et cetera, et cetera. Pictures, tourist souvenirs, losing track of each girl individually, blah blah blah. Tedium. Finally, they were satiated, and I didn't have to suffer the "New York Experience" ever again. Reluctantly, and after some great convincing, we took Adrian to the closest Victoria's Secret we could. She dashed through the store, not to be seen again for some time. Marcia, Janie and I sat at the front, trying to wait for her to finish. "Are you feeling okay, Jane?" Marcia asked. She had always had maternal qualities. "I just... never mind." "Hey, you can tell us, we're family," she said with a reassuring smile. "Right, Gar?" "Uh, yeah. Family," I forced. "I so want to break up with my boyfriend," Janie blurted. Great, I thought. More typical girl talk I'd have nothing to apply to. I stopped listening. I honestly don't know where my mind went. It just became truly blank, like being in a white room of emptiness. It was a strange experience that I suddenly had. I imagined myself there, surrounded by pure nothing. But then there was something ahead of me, very far. It seemed like a little dot, but I started to walk toward it. The next thing I knew, the girls were gone. I snapped out of my comatose state, and noticed their sudden absence. Looking around, there was only the sexy cashier, who looked like she shopped here quite often, not only for employee discount, but for common use as well. Damn, I thought, if the girls weren't here I'd love to see her naked. Naked girls. Skinny, smooth, naked girls. Beautiful breasts, shaved pussies... shaved pussies. Marcia's shaved pussy. Marcia rubbing her shaved pussy in the cab and giving me an artisan suck off. Shit! Stop thinking about that. Go find them. I stood up and made my way through the store, trying to find any of the three. Passing through all the clothes racks, my mind kept wandering back to Marcia. Lacy bras, Marcia's tits. Black thongs, Marcia's ass. I tried very hard to get my mind off it, but the surroundings being what they were, it was nearly impossible. I had to face the fact: I was remarkably attracted to my cousin. As fate would have it, I bumped into her yet again, and she was ready. Her hand went straight to my intense erection, poking blatantly through my slacks. "Good, you're ready," she muttered sensually. Marcia escorted me to a dressing room, luckily seen by no one. In a matter of seconds, my pants were off yet again, and she was on her knees, jerking and sucking my cock for the second time that day. I felt relief, having accepted this as a normal and acceptable thing to do. But she only performed for a short minute before planting a loving kiss on my mouth and walking out, turning around to say, "Wait here." I grabbed my cock to keep wood. It wasn't hard. There was a nice wafting scent of perfume all over the store, and the remnants of Marcia's spit on my shaft gave a natural lubricant. Whatever she was doing, I thought, I will welcome it with a waiting cock. She poked her head back into the dressing room, and said, "Close your eyes, mister." I smiled, and covered my eyes with one hand to assure her my obedience. As my eyes remained closed, I felt her warm mouth surround the head of my cock once again. She employed a different tactic than usual, now putting more focus on the friction of her mouth than the movements of her tongue. It was nice, but a common method used by many women. The pleasure of it came from the speed she employed, which gradually grew from a slow bob to an intense sprint. "Good girl," Marcia encouraged. Did Marcia just speak? I thought. She's sucking my cock, how could she have? But she wasn't sucking my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Janie, my little sister, wearing a blindfold and giving me one of the speediest blow jobs I would ever receive. I can't explain it, but the sheer surprise, the shock of seeing my little sister willingly blow me and visibly enjoy it caused me to blow my load instantly. She happily downed my full serving, and smiled as her gulp finished, letting a light giggle escape her throat. I was in shock, and I had to decide whether to blow my cover or let her find out for herself. But for a second, I just looked down at her. She was in a position of submission, not only performing a sexual act on her own dear brother, but enjoying it like a true slut. She'd freed herself from the chains of a relationship she felt to be unsatisfactory, and simultaneously opened a new door entirely without even being fully aware of it. Marcia could tell what I was thinking. "Don't think you're done yet, sweetie. Let's please this guy even more," Marcia said. "Keep your blindfold on. We're sharing now." "Can you get excited again, mister? I do love your cock," Janie teased. "Mmmm you're dirty, Jane. Keep talking, get him hard again." "I want more of you..." she put her hand on my half-erect cock, rubbing her silken soft cheek against it like a cat nuzzling in its mother's breast, seeking the life-sustaining milk that would strengthen it, and bring it happiness. But instead of milk, it was my cum. I was hard once again, and very quickly too. "Together now," Marcia said, lowering to her knees as well. And together they did lick my love pump, synchronized in their lingual strokes. Together they burnished the skin of my manhood, giving it seemingly permanent lustre with their shining saliva. All I could do was watch as my little sister, my sweet Janie, who I thought to be a regular innocent brat, and my not-so innocent cousin, staring up at at me with her piercing green eyes, as they both fellated me like it was their last day on the planet Earth as living women. Then, as Marcia appreciated the underside of by shaft, Janie moved to my scrotum to fondle my balls with her tongue. A double blow job, and from two family members. I just couldn't get over that factor. It was really starting to hit me. I was getting a double blow job from my cousin and my sister, and I was loving it. I moaned with each movement they made, and that was okay with me. I loved them, and they loved me. This was proof enough. Except that Janie doesn't know. "We're doing this wrong," Marcia said after pumping my cock with her mouth for a few minutes. "I should suck his balls and you should suck his cock." "You're right," Janie admitted. "I'm faster." "And I'm better with my tongue." "Hey!" My god they were smart. Marcia began flicking her tongue lightly around my balls with impeccable accuracy, picking just the right spots to make her expert movements. Meanwhile, Janie, a blindfold still concealing my identity from her, somehow managed to go even faster than before, providing a perfect friction to couple itself with Marcia's tongue tracings. Then came the orgasm. The most pleasurable sting coursed through my cock, and yet again the milk Janie so desired burst out of me, filling her mouth and satiating her thirst. Almost. "Oh no," Marcia said. "You share this time." Marcia planted her mouth on Janie's. I expected her to be taken by surprise, but she welcomed Marcia's tongue into her mouth, and intertwined strings of my seed between their lips. They even moaned with each other as they felt the small pleasure of each other's... company. At last they contained even amounts of cum within their talented mouths, and swallowed heartily, but continued to kiss. As Marcia slid one hand to the back of Janie's neck, she used the other to remove the blindfold just as my cock was getting hard yet again. My heart stopped, and fear consumed me as Janie opened her eyes to see her big brother standing before her, cock erect and staring her in the face. Her lips left Marcia's and she looked past my cock, directly into my eyes. Pure silence. We locked eyes. Marcia waited. I froze. Janie's eyes lowered to my cock. "It's bigger than I thought," she said, breaking into a big smile. "I told you!" Marcia exclaimed. My shock didn't end there. My fear had disappeared, but my surprise doubled. "What...?" I said. Janie answered. "Marcia said I should fool around with another guy, like right now, but I said the only guy in this store is Gary, so she said to go for it! I mean, come on Gary you're like totally sexy and I've wanted to get in your pants since I started high school and found out you were such a ladies' man. So when Marcia spilled the beans about blowing you again, I couldn't help it. You have such delicious cum, Gary, I wish I'd sucked your cock earlier!" They really did love me. I never really felt it in our youth, I just sensed an obligatory sort of love compelled by the teachings of our parents. Now, I knew they truly meant it. At least, two of them did. "I thought Janie was too shy but she's a queen like me," Marcia teased. "Too shy?" Janie said. She smiled and put one long lick on my tired cock. "Who's too shy?" "Please, please girls, I can only handle so much," I said. "Besides, we should go find Adrian." "Hmmm, maybe we should do more than that," Marcia suggested. "Not tonight," Janie said. "I'll ease her into it." "Wait, girls-" I tried to say. I intended to stop them from further embarrassing me by possibly failing to convince Adrian into our secret. "Gary. Please. We're trying to have a good time in the Big Apple, just humor us," Marcia interrupted. "No one calls it the Big Apple," I said again, now returning my dwindling dick to my underwear. DAY THREE: TUESDAY Once again, I woke up at 8:00 in the morning. But something felt different. It was not my ordinary moment. I felt some small happiness, something I had not felt in a New York morning since before acquiring my small fortune. I hadn't had sex since Saturday, but I'd certainly had some amazing orgasms. They weren't just the usual pump and squirt, they meant something. I had a true connection for the first time in years, and I planned to exploit that as much as I could. I looked into my closet, seeing all the suits I owned, and now feeling no desire to wear any of them. Today, I would get new clothes. Casual clothes. That night stand, it only has one book in it, and I've never read more than the front cover. What was it even called? I stood up and walked over to it, finding that it was The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. What was this book about? That morning was perhaps the most important in my life. I started reading that book. "In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since..." I found passion. I found love. I found beauty only in the words of a book long aged and left behind modernity, yet never more true. I finished the whole thing faster than I've ever read a book before. For the first time, words meant something to me. A call came in. It was Adrian. "Hey big bro, we're all going out for a bite to eat, want to meet us somewhere good?" "The Thirsty Koala. Just take the N train to Ditmars Boulevard, and I'll meet you there in about an hour." "Okay, sounds good, see you then!" ********** I arrived in Astoria to meet my girls, now wearing a whole new outfit. Snug fitting jeans, dark and comfortable. A perfectly white t-shirt, a v-neck plunging down to the topmost skin my bare sternum. A pair of old looking converse, like the All-Stars from The Sandlot. A black denim hoodie, equipped with pleather sleeves. Triple Threat "Shit, you're looking hot!" Janie shouted over the roar of the departing subway train. "Hot? That's an understatement. He's downright fuckable. What do you think, Adrian?" Marcia subtly poked. "I wouldn't go that far. But yeah, I like the new look, Gary." "Thanks," I returned with a pep that surprised even me. "Now who's up for a tasty burger?" ********** What followed was perhaps the most fun I would ever have. We ate a tasty lunch, and made our way over to Central Park where I engaged in a game of Ultimate Frisbee with complete strangers, encouraged by my three cheerleaders. We stopped by Barnes and Noble so I could buy more books: The Grapes of Wrath, Wuthering Heights, Sphere, Frankenstein, Twelfth Night, The Godfather, American Psycho, A Clockwork Orange, the list goes on. My collection began. We saw a movie, a special screening of The Princess Bride. I bought the book afterward. As the sun began to set, my desire for a new adventure began. I took the girls to Brooklyn, and perhaps I shouldn't share all the details, but there was a small run-in with a biker gang. Eventually, returning to safety, it became time for the club. "Okay," Adrian said. "I can tell you all want to let loose. I'll stay sober for you guys." "You don't have to," Janie said. "No, don't worry, I don't feel like drinking tonight," she replied, turning her head toward the ground a little. Something had suddenly overcome her. I couldn't tell what. Into the club we went, and straight to the dancefloor I traveled. With all three girls around me, I danced like a man in love. I tangoed with Marcia, I waltzed with Janie, and I mamboed with Adrian. Each step was like a new release, freeing my heart to a world it had never known was around it all the time. I smiled with my girls, laughed with my girls. I loved them all. They freed me. Sadly, we left, a few drinks flowing through our veins except for Adrian's. I didn't want the night to end. So I didn't let it. "Girls, come back to my place. Stay the night if you want. Let's just do something. I'm not done with you yet." They all smiled. ********** At first it was simple, we played a few board games and shared some wine, still unable to convince Adrian to loosen up and take a drink. She'd even agreed to stay the night, but still no break. No matter, we thought. There was still plenty of fun to have. Scrabble, twister, poker, one painstaking game of Monopoly, and finally the talking. "Okay, here's one for you," I began. "Robin Williams, Andy Dick, and George Clooney." "Kill Andy, Fuck George, and Marry Robin," Marcia answered. "Nah, Kill Robin, Marry Andy, and Fuck George," Janie retorted. "Are we really still playing this?" Adrian sighed. "Truth or Dare is so much better." "But equally as juvenile," I replied. She thought about it for a second, then caved. "Kill George, Fuck Andy, Marry Robin." "WHAT?? Are you kidding? Kill George? Why?" Marcia screamed. "Because I'd rather fuck Andy and marry Robin, that's why. Can we do something else?" she asked. "Like what?" Janie responded. "Someone tell a story," she suggested. There was a silence for some time. No one could think of anything. Not until Marcia looked me in the eye, a sultry and suggestive look, and began her subliminal allegory. "Once there was a young rabbit, one of four with a spot in the shape of a heart near its tail. The others were nearby, close to this young rabbit, except for one. She desperately needed to find that fourth rabbit, but did not know. Her two friends, so dear and similar to her in many ways, tried to tell her how she needed that rabbit, but she would not listen. She lived her life, meeting many, and connecting with none. She knew that her heart was missing something, but her mind would not let her find it. So her two friends decided to take her out of the forest they lived in to find that fourth rabbit with a heart near his tail. "Together they traveled, growing closer on the way, but still the little rabbit could not tell that she needed one in particular. At last, they reached a beautiful place, an apple orchard. Here they found the rabbit they searched for, but still the little one could not see. Then, at last-" "FUCKING SHIT!!" Adrian screamed. She had leaned in toward Marcia, intent on listening to the story, and knocked over Janie's wine glass. It spilled over the table and onto her clothes, quickly soaking through to her bra and panties. "Oh shit, do you have any peroxide, Gary?" Janie asked. "No, sorry," I replied. "Fuck... I hate to do this, Gary, but I'll need your shower," Adrian fumed. "Yeah, yeah, go right ahead." She retreated to the restroom, already beginning to disrobe as she hopped with each step. As soon as the water turned on, the girls turned to me. "We have to seduce her," Janie said. "We have to get her to suck your cock with us," Marcia added. I thought about it for a second. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I knew they were right. So I thought. I looked at Janie's blonde hair, dangling just above her shoulders. They're so different, I thought, but deep down they're just the same. "Janie, what turns you on like crazy?" "You," she teased. "Honestly." "That's genius," Marcia said, adding it up before Janie could. "What is it?" Janie asked. Yeah, with a girl as promiscuous as Adrian, this plan would work just fine. I could only hope that the shower would warm her up as much as it needed to. ********** Adrian came out of the shower some time later. "Gary, do you have any extra clothes I can wear?" I did not respond. "Gary?" After no response, she came out into my bedroom, wrapped in a towel, and hair still dry, looking for some spare clothes. Unfortunately, I had none. As she looked through my closet, a moan occurred behind her. She turned around to find her dear sister Janie, completely naked on my bed, slowly fingering herself as she felt arousal intensify in the room. "Janie... what are you doing?" "Mmmm... oh, hi. What does it... look like?" she moaned in reply. "W-where are Gary and Marcia?" "They gave me some privacy... they're in the living room... shit that's good..." "Um, thanks..." Adrian crept her way out of the bedroom, still covered only by her wet and clinging towel. Out into the living room she tip-toed, coming upon yet another mass of self-pleasure, this time in the form of Marcia, sitting on the couch with her legs spread and a finger in her asshole, completely naked like Janie. "What's going on?" Adrian asked her. "Gary's making some food, so I thought I'd have a little... unf... fun." "Janie's in the bedroom fingering herself..." "Is she? What a good girl. She and I think alike." "Marcia..." "What is it, baby?" "Nothing. Where's Gary?" "Kitchen." She stomped her way into the kitchen, somehow not expecting what she found. Not only was I not cooking anything, I had my back turned suspiciously, my head turned up toward the ceiling. "Gary," she said. "Just a second," I said as I jerked myself to complete erection. "Gary," she said again, this time more forcefully. "I'm busy," I sighed. "Gary!!" "What??" I turned around, letting my intense hard-on reveal itself to her. She stared and stared, long enough to paint a thousand paintings of my phallus. No words. Just awe. "What is it, Adrian?" She spoke nothing. She simply dropped to her knees, as if she had been struck in the head. She continued staring at my cock, looking unsure of what to do. I was lucky that she was so turned on by masturbation. And luckier that I could manipulate her thus. "Should I stop?" She shook her head. I continued. "Then why don't you join me?" She nodded, and in a few seconds, her towel was on the floor, underneath her ass as she began rubbing herself, never taking her eyes off of my dick. The moans of my sister and cousin emanated from the other rooms. "You like looking at it." She nodded. "This turns you on." Again, she nodded. I decided to get more bold. I took a step toward her, just one small step. "It's one of the best you've ever seen." One small, shy nod. "Better than your boyfriend's." Another small step, and one large nod from Adrian. I took my shirt off, and she moaned a little, now playing with her clit. I stopped the slow pace of my jerking for a moment, taking off both my jeans and underwear simultaneously, leaving everyone in the apartment totally naked. Another step toward my increasingly horny younger sister, her short brown hair dangling behind her head. "You're enjoying yourself." She nodded. I just let my cock stare her straight in the face, only a few feet away. Janie and Marcia appeared behind her, and upon noticing the predicament, resumed their self-pleasuring. Another step closer, my cock getting ever closer to her open mouth, gaping as her brows furled and her toes curled at the feeling of her own fingers stimulating the thousands of nerve endings on her clit. "There's something you want to do, but you can't seem to do it." She nodded. I came as close as I could, the head of my cock only a few agonizing inches away from her voluptuous, waiting lips. This suddenly horny, inexplicably accepting Adrian looked directly up into my eyes, and once again nodded. I leaned down a little, putting my thumb on her bottom lip, and the rest of my fingers on her chin. I looked her directly in the eyes and whispered, "Nothing is stopping you." That was all she needed. She literally pounced on me, sending me flying backwards, landing hard on the kitchen floor, my naked sister on top of me and wildly licking my cock. Marcia and Janie jumped at the opportunity to join in, but Adrian pushed them both back and yelled, "Back the fuck up, he is mine!" We were all shocked at her enthusiasm, but the girls understood. They took the opportunity to get acquainted with each other, starting with each other's tits. It was a perfect view, one hot sister sucking me off, her tits dangling toward my legs, a nipple occasionally brushing against me, and another hot sister vigorously exploring the peaks of my hot cousin's rack. The innocence didn't last long. Adrian only sucked my cock for a few minutes before mounting me. She grinded her sopping wet pussy against my cock, and the rest of us looked at her in shock. "Adrian, what are you doing?" Marcia asked. "I'm going to fuck Gary, what do you think?" "Wait, don't you think-" Janie started. "Oh please," she said, turning her head over her shoulder, "I heard you two suck his cock at Victoria's Secret. I felt pretty fucking left out, I'm just getting ahead. He's not even inside me yet and he already feels fucking great, so I recommend you fuck him too." Before I was allowed any input, Adrian positioned herself over my cock and looked me straight in the eyes again, now consumed by lust. "Gary, this is for all the girls you fucked in high school when you could have been fucking me instead." She plunged my cock as deep into her as she could, letting out a yelp and alerting the other girls further. She seemed overwhelmed by my size at first, but quickly recovered and started bouncing on my cock, rubbing her nipples as she did so. A few seconds later, without turning back, she said, "Which one of you is going to sit on his face and make out with me?" Janie got to me first, lowering her dripping cunt over my mouth and slipping her tongue into Adrian's mouth. I immediately started licking, enjoying the taste of taboo. Marcia, not one to be left out, pulled on my right arm until it was flat on the kitchen floor. I pointed a finger upward, and she began to grind her clit against it. Soon, each girl was breathing heavily and moaning at the pleasure I gave them. The feeling of Adrian's tight pussy swallowing every inch of my cock made my knees weak. If I had been standing, I would have fallen over easily. The taste of Janie's cunt was like no other, drawing me to her and compelling me to keep pleasuring her. The sound of Marcia's moans and sighs warmed my blood and inspired my further efforts. I wanted all of them. Janie and Adrian, identical in almost every way, made out above me like devout lesbian lovers, aside from the man beneath them. "One of you cum," Marcia urged. "I need more of him." "I'm... unh... almost there..." Adrian gasped between kisses. "Me too!" Janie moaned. My tongue circled around Janie's clit, never quite touching it. Suddenly I felt convulsions around my cock, and Adrian threw her head back in ecstasy, screaming loud enough to echo through my unfurnished apartment. Seconds later, a gush of pussy juices soaked my face as Janie came. The girls rotated like that for some time, probably cumming three times each. Their moans, their movements, their gyrations on my cock, everything they did made it the most erotic experience of my life. "I love your cock!" "Lick me right there, fuck!" "Never stop, fuck, never stop!!" At last I grew tired of being their toy. I directed the girls off of me, and into a row of doggystyle. Janie, in the middle, was the first to receive my famous "doghouse banging" as some of my previous lays liked to call it. I can't explain what was so good about it, but I knew how to fuck a girl from behind like no other. So they tell me. Marcia and Adrian grabbed her hair, yanking it back as I began my rhythmic pumping, and slipped one finger into each of their assholes, keeping them occupied while I fucked the brains out of my little sister. The moanings continued. "Oh my gosh! Oh Gary, fuck me, fuck your little sister..." "Fuck her hard, Gary," Adrian moaned. "And then fuck me," Marcia begged. "Fuck us all like dumb sluts!" Janie screamed. I fucked Marcia after Janie's fourth orgasm, now moving a finger into Janie's asshole. Adrian and Janie continued making out as my cock penetrated Marcia, mixing all three girls' pussy juices even more. Adrian came next, and the clear bottom bitch of the trio, she bounced back on my cock as I pushed forward into her. She was a true sex expert. I couldn't handle it anymore. I stood up, and the girls knew what came next. They opened their mouths proudly, their hair clinging to their skin with sweat. I felt every last drop of cum left in my balls burst out like a broken dam. Streams landed on each of their faces, stretching from their chins to their cheeks. They cleaned each other off with their tongues, and for a moment, we all relaxed. "Gary?" Marcia said. "Yeah?" "We're far from done." I knew that. I knew that I had a lot of reading to do. I had some furniture to buy. The kind I wanted. I had more movies to watch, a bookshelf to buy, and new people to meet. I had to make friends, try new things, and decorate my room. I knew I had to do something with myself, and I knew I had the drive to do it. And as I looked down at my girls, my two sisters and my cousin, sweating from head to toe and smiling with the smallest trace of my cum left on their face, I knew one thing above all. We were far from done.