Threesome Stories

My Daughters

Two Daughters
March 2001
The light was still on as I walked into the kitchen. I
sat down and looked at the papers, old photographs,
and envelopes scattered on the table. I thought back
to the time almost a year ago before my world changed
and fell apart and then came back together again. I
picked the envelope with Marla’s name on it. ‘For
Marla on her 16th birthday’ was printed on it.

.

August 2000

Like many couples today, my wife June and I work long
hours just to keep our house together. This would have
been even more difficult if we hadn’t managed to get
different shifts so that we didn’t have to pay for
childcare.

My wife worked as an executive assistant from 8:30 AM
to 5:00 PM. I tested mainframe computers from 6:00 PM
to 2:30 AM. Good childcare in the Twin Cities is very
costly and if we had not been able to work different
shifts we would have slowly gone broke. That doesn’t
excuse what happened but it does explain how it
happened.

As I was saying, I get home about 3:00 in the morning
and my wife leaves at about 8:00. That means that I
have to at least try to be awake when she leaves so
that I can watch our daughter.

I was dead tired that morning when my wife June kissed
me goodbye. "Mark, try to get supper ready before you
leave tonight. I promised to take Becky shopping for
school clothes and if I have to cook, we’ll be pressed
for time."

"Sure thing, dear." My brain felt so fuzzy I didn’t
care what I agreed to.

Mornings tend to be pretty unstructured in our home so
Becky was still dressed in her usual cotton nightie
and panties. I was still in my under shorts and
bathrobe. I parked Becky in front of the television
and went to take a shower to try to wake up. It didn’t
work all that well. I wrapped a towel around my waist
after I was done and checked on Becky. The childrens’
shows on public TV still had her enthralled.

I lay down on my bed to catch forty winks. I didn’t
even bother dressing first. I was only going to sleep
for a half hour or so and then get on with my daily
chores.

One other side effect of my wife and I working
different shifts is that our sex life is almost non-
existent. Maybe that’s just another attempt to shift
the blame but I feel I ought to mention it.

Anyway, there I was spread out on my bed, with a towel
around my waist, sawing logs and having a very
pleasant erotic dream. My 8-year-old daughter was in
the living room watching Barney or some such cartoon
character. I had the normal male reaction to an erotic
dream. I ejaculated all over my belly. My nocturnal
emission could not have come at a more inopportune
time (pardon the pun). I shot my wad shortly after my
daughter came into my bedroom. Well actually I don’t
know how long she watched before I creamed all over my
belly.

My towel had come undone and was not covering any part
of my anatomy. My erect penis was lying on my belly
pointed directly at my chest. Becky watched me shoot
cum all the way to my chin. Most guys will tell you
that they wake up when they start to cum and that’s
just what I did. I woke up to see my innocent daughter
staring at my crotch as glob after glob of cum
splashed on my chest.

My first instinct was to yell at her to get out. I
fought that completely normal reaction and tried to
think how I could get her out of my room without
traumatizing her. She had seen me naked when she was a
couple years younger but 8-year-old girls should not
see their fathers cum. It was too late now.

"You should knock before you come into mommy and
daddy’s bedroom, Becky. You know that." I calmly
draped the towel over my rapidly deflating penis. "Is
there something you need, honey?"

"Could you make me a cheese sandwich, Daddy?" Becky
was looking at my cum drenched chest instead of my
face.

"Why would you want to be a cheese sandwich? Don’t you
like being a little girl?"

This was one of our games. We both found it to be
extremely hilarious and this word play seemed like a
good way to remove the tension from the situation. It
worked.

Becky giggled. "I don’t want to make ME into a cheese
sandwich, Daddy, I want you to MAKE a cheese sandwich
for ME to EAT."

"Sure, honey. You go to the kitchen and put the bread
and cheese on the counter. I’ll be out in a minute."

I breathed a sight of relief as I watched her cute
little butt exit my room. That’s not how I should be
thinking of my own daughter. But that’s what I
remember thinking. I could see the lighter colored
shape of her panties under the thin cotton nightie. I
watched her hips sway girlishly as she walked to the
door. She turned when she got to the door. She stood
sideways for a second. One perky little nipple poked
at the front of her thin nightgown. My cock was
getting hard again.

"Hurry up, daddy. I’m getting hungry."

"Be there in a minute, dear."

I tried not to think about my reaction as I dressed.
Fathers are not supposed to get erections when they
look at their daughters.

.

Becky was sitting at the counter when I walked into
the kitchen. The kitchen was already hot from the
August sun streaming in through the sliding glass
doors that led to the patio. I sat on the stool next
to Becky and grabbed a couple slices of bread. "How
many slices of cheese, Becky?"

"Umm, two."

"Mayo or butter."

"Mayo."

"Tomato?"

"Umm, no."

"Gopher guts?"

Becky giggled. "Daddy! We don’t have any gopher guts
for sandwiches!"

"I could go get some."

That brought another fit of giggling. I continued to
make the sandwich through all of this back and forth.
I handed her the sandwich and went to wash the dishes.
Becky seemed not at all traumatized by what had just
taken place.

Becky finished her sandwich and went to watch more TV.
I couldn’t let it rest, though. I followed her to the
living room. I sat on the couch next to her. Some
cartoon character was trying to teach Spanish words to
the audience. I muted the TV.

"Becky, I want to talk to you about what you saw in
the bedroom."

"O.K., Daddy."

Now that I had started this I wasn’t sure how to
proceed. I took a deep breath. I needed to keep this
low key and non-threatening. "Now, you know that your
supposed to knock before you come into my bedroom."

"Yes." She spoke very quietly.

"O.K. Tell me why you’re supposed to knock."

"Because you want to be in there alone?

"Yes. And I might not be dressed and want to dress
before you come in. Like today."

"I know, Daddy. I’m sorry."

I kissed her forehead. "I know you’re sorry. I just
wanted to be sure you understood." I took another
breath. "I also want to ask you to not mention this to
Mommy when she gets home."

"Why not?"

"Well, it was an accident but Mommy might not
understand how it happened. I should have been awake
and dressed when you walked in not asleep and
undressed."

Becky shrugged. "O.K., Daddy."

I sighed with relief. I hadn’t realized how tense I
was until now."

"Daddy."

"Yes, honey."

"What was that stuff that came out of your thing?"

That was one question I hadn’t expected. "Why do you
ask, honey?"

"Welllll." Becky seemed reluctant to tell me why she
wanted to know. I started to wonder if I had affected
her after all.

"You can tell me, Becky. I’ll be honest with you, if
you’re honest with me."

Now it was Becky’s turn to sigh. "O.K. Daddy, I’ll
tell you. Marla says that white stuff comes out her
Daddy’s thing when she touches it. I just wanted to
know if that’s the same stuff."

That set me back. Becky’s best friend Marla was
playing with her Dad’s penis and watching him cum.
Jack and I were friends. His wife Betty had died a
little over a year ago and Jack had gotten pretty
depressed but he seemed to be better lately.

I was their daughter Marla’s godfather. They had lived
right across the street from us since before our kids
were born. Our families had eaten at each other’s
table so many times I couldn’t count them. Betty and I
had had a short-lived affair before the kids came
along but our families’ friendship had survived even
that. Was Jack really molesting his daughter or rather
having his daughter molest him? I had to be really
careful here.

"Yes it is the same stuff. Just what did Marla tell
you?"

"Last year her Dad got sick after Marla’s Mom died. He
stayed home from work for a long time and Marla
watched T.V. with him. One day he took out his thing
and played with it until the white stuff came out. Her
Dad told her not to tell any one because he might get
into trouble. After that her Dad would play with his
thing every day while they watched T.V. Then one day
her asked her to play with it. The white stuff
squirted way up in the air and some landed in her
hair. Her Dad made her swear not to tell anyone. She
still plays with his thing almost every day."

"If she promised not to tell anyone why did she tell
you?"

Becky looked at me like I was dense. "Because Me and
are bestest friends. We tell each other everything."

"So you’ll tell Marla about what you saw today?"

Becky shrugged. "Maybe. We talk about a lot of stuff."

"Has Marla’s Dad asked her to do other things?"

"Welllll."

"You can tell me, honey. I won’t tell anything that
should be a secret."

Becky sighed again. "He’s also touches her on her
chest and between her legs. And last month he told her
to put her mouth on his thing. The stuff squirted into
her mouth and she spit it out. She said it tasted
awful. Why would he ask her to put her mouth on his
thing?"

"Well, honey, for most men it feels really good when
their girlfriends do that to them. I think it was
wrong of her Dad to ask her to do that, though. Does
it make Marla feel bad when her Dad makes her play
with him?"

"It did at first but now she says it makes her tingle.
Especially between her legs. She doesn’t know how she
feels about it."

"What have they taught you in school about this,
Becky?"

"The teachers said that if anybody touches you in your
private places you should tell somebody right away.
But Marla doesn’t want to tell anyone about her Dad.
She doesn’t want to get him into trouble."

I should have called Child Protection immediately. Why
didn’t I?

"Let me think about this for a bit. Could you invite
Marla over this afternoon? I’ll talk to her about it.
Maybe we can work something out."

"Sure. We were planning to go to the park this
afternoon. We’ll come over here first."

"Good, honey. All right, then, go get dressed and
let’s get the housework done."

.

The morning went by pretty quickly. I managed to work
side by side with Becky without once getting an
erection. Maybe I wasn’t a pervert.

I still hadn’t decided what to do about Jack. I
guessed I would wait to hear what Marla had to say.

Marla came over just before lunch. The girls were
dressed in flower-patterned halter-tops and denim
shorts. They looked almost like sisters.

I served the girls chicken soup and tuna salad
sandwiches while we chatted about inconsequential
things. After the dishes were washed and set in the
dish rack to dry, I cleared my throat.

"Marla, Becky told me some things today that I feel
you and I need to talk about."

"I know. She told me on the phone this morning."

"Are you willing to talk to me about your Dad?"

"I guess so. Dad told me not to tell anyone but you
already know so. why not?"

"Do you want Becky to be with us while we talk?"

Marla hesitated. "No. I’ll talk to you alone."
"Fair enough, Marla. Let’s go to the family room.
Becky, why don’t you play in your room for a while?
I’ll use the intercom to call you if Marla wants you
to come down stairs."

"O.K., Daddy. Come up and get me when you’re done
Marla"

Marla sat on the couch and I sat in my rocking chair.
She was so short that her little legs stuck almost
straight out. I still didn’t know how to proceed. I
decided to get facts and hope something occurred to
me.

"Tell me what your Dad wants you to do to him."

"Becky already told you. He has me take out his thing
and rub it up and down until he squirts his stuff."

Marla watched her feet intently as she kicked her legs
back and forth. I felt that Marla had more that she
wanted to say. "What else does your Dad make you do?"
I asked quietly.

"He makes me to put my mouth over it and have the
stuff squirt into my mouth, it tastes kind of yucky,
and he puts his hand on my boobs and on my cunny while
I do it makes me feel kind of weird but sometimes it
feels kind of nice.."

"Do you want him to stop?"

Marla kicked her legs up and down for a few seconds
while she looked down at her lap.

"Sometime he makes me do it when I don’t want to. Like
last night he came into my room while I was asleep. He
woke me up and made me do it to him. He didn’t even
call me Marla. He called me Betty. I think he thinks
that I’m Mom."

"I think you might be right Marla. The important thing
now is to decide what to do about it. I could talk to
your Dad and tell him to let you be if you’d like. I
could also take you to a social worker and they could
have you live with someone else for a while until your
Dad can get some help. Do you know what you want to
do?"

"I don’t want to go live with someone else, that’s for
sure. You talk to him first. Maybe he’ll stop."

"I’ll talk to him as soon as he gets home. You have my
word. You and Becky go play now. Come back here when
you’re done playing. Don’t go home first. Your Dad
might be upset that someone knows."

"O.K." Marla crawled off the couch and ran up stairs.
I stayed in the family room for a few minutes trying
to figure out what to say to Jack. I heard the back
door slam a few minutes later. Jack should be home
early this afternoon. I had about an hour to come up
with something.

.

The confrontation went even worse than I had imagined.
Jack denied everything at first. I told him that Marla
herself had told me about it. I mentioned all the
things that she had told me. He admitted some of them
and then denied that they were as serious as they
sounded. He had exposed himself accidentally. He had
jacked off in front of Marla. Marla had asked him to
let her do it. He hadn’t touched Marla. He had touched
her after she asked him to. The man was just losing
it. It became obvious that talking to Jack was a lost
cause. I told him that I was going to have to call
Child Protection if he couldn’t promise to stop
molesting Marla. He cried and finally said that he
wouldn’t do it anymore. He was lying of course. I
could see it in his eyes. I finally told him that I
wasn’t going to call them. He could see that I was
lying. Halfway across the street I looked back at the
house. The whole house seemed dark and deserted. My
stomach tightened.

I picked up the phone as soon as I got home. It was
already 4:00. I expected the girls to be back any time
now. I was just starting to call when Becky and Marla
walked in the front door. I quickly hung up the phone.
I couldn’t call with Marla in the room.

"Did you talk to my Dad?"

"Yes I did, Marla, but I don’t think it did any good.
I think I’m going to have to call a social worker."

"Do you have to? I don’t want Daddy to get into
trouble."

I dodged the issue.

"Why don’t you stay for supper, Marla? I’ll call them
right after supper."

A really loud bang prevented me from hearing her
answer. A chill went through my body before my brain
even registered what the sound was.

"Stay here, girls. Don’t open the door until I get
back."

I ran across the street before they answered.

Jack’s living room was a mess. He had used his
shotgun. I felt sick as I closed the door and went
back to my house.

"Girls, I want you to go up to Becky’s room. Close the
door and stay there until I come up to get you." As
soon as I heard the door close, I called 911. I stayed
on the phone until the police showed up.

I hadn’t seen the note Jack left. It was addressed to
Becky. Jack said he was sorry for all that he had done
but never got specific. The police wanted to take
Marla to a children’s shelter for the evening but I
persuaded them to let her stay with us for the night
since June and I were her godparents.

June got home in the middle of all the mess. I told
her that Jack had committed suicide but left out the
sexual activity between Jack and Marla. That secret
could die with Jack.

Jack’s will left everything to June and me. I know we
had agreed to be designated as guardians for each
other’s children but Jack had seen to it that we had
enough money to care for Marla.

June and I went through the papers in Jack’s house
after probate was complete. The financial papers we
dealt with immediately. The family papers we set aside
for Marla to go through when she was older. June put
most of the papers and photos in our deposit box.

Jack hadn’t spent any of the insurance from Betty’s
death and that coupled with the insurance from his
suicide meant that I could afford to change careers. I
had been testing computer systems but wanted to get
into software design so I quit my job and became a
full time househusband and part time consulting
programmer. I could do almost all of my work from home
and was able to care for the girls during the day.

Marla needed a lot of caring. She was very clingy due
to the death of her father just a year following the
death of her mother. Two or three times a day she
would stop playing and frantically search for June or
me. She would get more and more panicky as she ran
from room to room looking for one of us. Our
pediatrician recommended a good child psychologist and
I took Marla to see him.

After only four sessions, he asked to speak with June
and me alone. I suspected that he had discovered Marla
had been molested by Jack. I was wrong.

He just wanted to tell us that Marla was behaving
normally for a girl who had just lost her parents and
tell us what to expect in the future. The clingy
behavior would lessen as the months passed but
periodic lapses could be expected. The anger at her
father could also be redirected at me. I would
probably be blamed for anything and everything in the
next couple years. He didn’t warn me about Marla
attempting to recreate all the aspects of her
relationship with her father.

February 2001

It was about six months after the suicide. Becky and
Marla had just gotten home from school. After hanging
up their coats and boots they disappeared into the
family room to watch cartoons and do homework until
supper. A few minutes later Marla came into my home
office. She was wearing her regular outfit of blue
jeans and white blouse.

"Do you like me, Jack?"

"You know I do, Marla. Why do you think I don’t?"

"You don’t do the things with me that my Dad used to
do."

"What things do you want me to do?"

Marla blushed. "You know. Like we talked about the day
that my Dad. You know."

"It would be wrong for me to do those things with you,
honey. Besides, you said you didn’t like it and you
wanted me make him stop. Why do you want me to do them
to you?"

"I just wanted you to make him stop doing them some of
the times. Like when I’m sleeping. Some of the times I
really felt good when we were doing those things. Can
we do them?"

Why didn’t I say no immediately? I don’t know. Maybe I
don’t want to remember why I didn’t. I do remember
looking at Marla and not seeing just a little girl. I
saw a little girl who was starting to develop a
figure. Her breasts were forming distinct mounds under
her blouse. Her hips were beginning to fill out her
blue jeans in a manner that was not as childish as it
was only last summer. When had I started noticing
these things? Had I ever not noticed them? Marla was
still waiting for an answer.

"What things exactly do you want me to do to you?"

"Wellll, I sorta liked it when Daddy rubbed me between
my legs and when he rubbed my chest. If you do that
for me then I’ll rub your thingy."

"Honey, you can rub yourself if you want. You really
don’t need me to do it for you."

"I know. I’ve tried doing it but it just doesn’t feel
the same. Maybe you can show me how?"

I steeled myself to give the answer that I knew was
the correct. "I told you, honey. That just isn’t
something I can do."

"Pleeaase. I really like the way that makes me feel

She looked so pathetic and sad as she pleaded with me.
My brain was on fire with the thought of putting my
hands on her hairless twat. I felt my resolve begin to
crumble.

I patted my lap. "Come sit up here, Marla."

She situated herself on my lap. I turned her so that
her back was against my chest with her legs on the
outside of my legs.

I took her hand in mine. "I’ll show you how I do it to
girls." I placed her hand against her crotch and
covered it with mine. I started moving her hand up and
down her jeans covered crotch.

"I can’t feel anything through my jeans. Let me take
them off."

Marla wriggled out of her jeans and placed my hand
against the thin piece of cloth that covered her slit.
My erect cock pressed into the crack of butt cheeks. I
broke out in a sweat as I felt the crease between her
pussy lips. My hand began to caress her slit
automatically. My mind had ceased functioning.

Marla’s body started responding. Her panties got wet.
Her breathing grew rapid. Low moans came from her
mouth. My hand speeded up. My finger slipped between
her pussy lips. Faster. Marla’s hands pressed my hand
harder against her crotch. I closed my eyes and
abandoned my self to the sensations.

Minutes passed. Nothing existed outside of her hot wet
pussy and my flying fingers. Marla’s body began to
spasm against my sopping wet fingers. I clutched her
to my chest and continued to massage her gushing cunt
until she was limp. I kissed the top of Marla’s head.
Both of us were exhausted.

"Marla. Daddy." I heard Becky calling from the stairs.
Her footsteps were slowly ascending.

"Get dressed!" I whispered frantically into Marla’s
ear as I lifted her from my lap and stood her on the
floor. I dashed to the door and closed it quietly. I
braced the door closed with my foot as Marla slowly
got dressed.

Becky’s voice was right outside my door. Marla was
tugging her jeans over her hips. "Daddy. Marla. Are
you guys in there?"

"Just a minute, Becky." Marla was taking forever. She
zipped up her jeans. She still looked like a girl who
was basking in the afterglow of an orgasm. She smelled
like one, too. I hoped Becky wouldn’t notice.

"What do you need, Becky?" I said as I opened the
door. Marla looked as if she had been hit with a
board.

"What are you guys doing in here? I thought I heard
Marla crying."

"We were just playing, dear."

Marla moved to the door like she was in a dream. "Can
we play again tomorrow, Daddy?"

"Sure, Marla."

I shut the door behind the girls. My cock was aching.
I had just molested my goddaughter and had an erection
that wouldn’t quit. I didn’t know whether to wash my
hands or jack off.

I jacked off and then washed my hands. I froze as I
was drying my hands.

Marla had called me Daddy. My eyes filled with tears.

.

I tried to tell myself that that would be the end of
it. I would just be firm and tell Marla that we
couldn’t do those things anymore. The propensity for
man to delude himself is limitless. I knew it was a
lie even as I thought the words.

I was not surprised when Marla came to my office again
a few days later. I said all the appropriate words in
my head but they never made it to my mouth. Marla
closed the door and stripped off her jeans and panties
before crawling on my lap and placing my hand on her
bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to my passions. My
fingers worked their magic on the flesh between
Marla’s legs. One finger found her clit and began to
tease the nubbin hidden between the lips. My mouth
watered with desire to place her sex at my lips and
drink her juice.

Marla’s breath once again grew ragged and labored as I
pleasured her. My free hand stole under her tee shirt
to caress a nipple that did not yet need a brassiere.
Marla wriggled her ass against my stiff cock enough to
stimulate me. I wanted remove my pants so that the
bare flesh of penis could nestle itself between her
cheeks, but that would have required stopping, but I
couldn’t bear the thought of stopping now.

Marla and I swam in our own ocean of desire, bounding
from one wave of pleasure to the next until at last
both of us were limp. Her orgasm had drenched my
fingers with her juice. I lifted my fingers to my
mouth. I inhaled the scent of her sex as I sucked her
juices from my fingers.

That’s how Becky found us.

Marla, naked from the waist down, sitting on my lap.
Me, with one hand still under Marla’s shirt, caressing
a small breast and the other hand in my mouth licking
her juice from my fingers. Becky walked into my room
and this time there was no way to disguise what Marla
and I were doing.

Marla lazily turned to face Becky. "See. I told you
Daddy was doing it to me. It really feels great,
Becky. You have to try it."

"But Daddy said it was wrong. How come you started
doing it to Marla, Daddy?"

I was still feeling good from my sexual arousal. I
just grinned at Becky. I focused on her cute little
buds poking through her shirt. My cock twitched with
renewed desire. "It just feels so good, honey. Do you
want to try it?"

Becky hesitated. She still remembered my telling her
it was wrong.

Marla crawled off my lap. She gingerly touched her
swollen pussy lips. "You just can’t believe how great
it feels, Becky. You’ve got to try it."

Becky took off her jeans slowly. I half hoped she
wouldn’t get on my lap. She came over to me in her
Wonder Woman panties.

"It’s better if you’re not wearing panties," said
Marla helpfully.

Becky obligingly removed her panties and assumed
Marla’s place my lap.

I ran my fingertips along Becky’s smooth slit. I
couldn’t believe that I was actually touching my
daughter in this way. Several of my adolescent sexual
fantasies ran through my brain as I pressed my fingers
between those puffy hairless lips.

"Just relax, honey," I whispered. "I won’t hurt you."
My fingers began their slow sensuous massage of
Becky’s virgin pussy.

Marla watched intently. She had always been on the
receiving end of this treatment. Her hand copied my
movements as she stood watching Becky receive the same
pleasure that she had received only moments before.

"Get on the chair across from us, Marla. Lay back and
copy my movements. You can do this for yourself any
time you want."

Marla did as I instructed. I watched hungrily as she
mimicked my motions. Her pussy lips glistened with her
natural lubricant.

Becky’s lips became slicker as her juices began to
provide the necessary lubrication. Her breathing
became more ragged under the onslaught of my fingers.
One finger slipped between her pussy lips and followed
the path from her clit to the entrance of her vagina.
The other fingers stimulated the folds between the
outer and inner lips. Becky moaned with delight.

I slipped a hand under her shirt. Her stiff nipples
grew harder under my caresses. Becky’s arousal had me
just as stiff.

Marla squealed as she achieved her second orgasm of
the afternoon. Her hand ceased its motion and cupped
her pussy. She would learn soon enough how to prolong
an orgasm. I was sure that I would be the one to teach
her.

Becky humped her crotch against my hand. I lightened
my touch and quickened the strokes. Becky moaned and
writhed with arousal. She was getting hungry for
something she had never experienced. She didn’t know
what it was but she wanted it desperately. I kept her
on the edge for several more minutes by slowing and
speeding up my manipulation of her clit. She began to
sob with each stroke on her clit. I increased the
pressure slightly and at last she found the release
she sought.

I clasped Becky to my chest as I cupped her pussy.
With no further stimulation, the orgasm passed and
left Becky limp in my arms.

Marla had recovered by this time. "How was it, Becky?"

"It was wonderful." Becky whispered. "I never realized
I could feel that good."

The telephone interrupted our quiet recovery from the
sex play. I answered it lazily. "Hello."

"Hi, honey. This is June." That got my attention. My
hot sweaty body turned into a cold sweaty body as my
stomach tied itself into a tight ball. Bile rose in my
throat.

"I just want to tell you that I’m on my way home now.
I should be there in about thirty minutes. I got off
early because I have to pack and leave for LA
tomorrow. Ms. Jefferson has a deal that’s about to
fall apart but thinks she can save it with some face-
to-face persuasion."

"I’ll start supper now and it should be on the table
by the time you’re home."

"Thanks, dear. Bye-bye."

"Bye."

I put Becky on the floor. "Girls you need to wash up
for supper. And, uh be sure to wash uh, between your
legs. You also both need to promise me that you won’t
talk to Mommy about anything that we did in here
tonight. If she asks what you did after school, just
say that you did home work and watched T.V. Will you
promise me that girls?"

"We promise, Daddy." Both girls spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you Becky. Thank you Marla. Now go wash up. I
have to start cooking.

The girls picked up their clothes before running off
to the bathroom bottomless. I watched their cute
little bare butts all the way down the hall. I had
never needed an orgasm so badly.

.

I had the table set and was putting dinner on the
table when June got home. We all chatted about the
day’s activities while we ate. Well the girls and I
did keep quiet about the afternoon’s activities.

June was excited about the trip. Her boss had enough
confidence in her abilities to ask her along. She was
to take notes during the meetings and do research in
between. She had even brought home a thick folder of
papers concerning the companies involved in the
negotiations. She wanted to start going through them
as soon as she was done packing.

She went upstairs to pack as soon as she was done
eating. The girls helped me do the dishes before
settling down to finish their homework.

June was busy reading when I got upstairs. "How long
will you be gone, honey?"

"Two days at most. Ms. Jefferson said if we can’t wrap
things up by then it isn’t worth it."

"Well, how about a little adult playtime before
bedtime tonight? Just to remind me what I’ll bee
missing while you’re away."

June looked up from her papers. "Come back in a couple
hours. If I don’t put this stuff away when you get
back, rip the clothes off my body and ravish me on the
floor. Just don’t get any cum on the papers. I don’t
think I could explain that to Ms. Jefferson."

I fondled June’s breasts as I nuzzled her neck. Her
nipples responded to my touch. "You’ve got a deal,
honey," I said as June shuddered with delight.

The girls were watching T.V. in the family room when I
got downstairs. I checked their homework and settled
down to watch with them. Becky sat on my right and
Marla sat on my left as we watched some dysfunctional
sitcom family sort out some improbable domestic
problem. The fear of being caught by June prevented me
from continuing our afternoon sex play.

After a couple more sitcoms it was time for bed. The
girls kissed me and went to their bedroom with no
protests. I watched T.V for another half hour and then
went to check on them. They were both in bed with the
lights out. I briefly considered the possibility of
once more touching the bear flesh between their legs.
Instead I just bent down to kiss each girl good night
and quietly closed the door on my way out.

I returned to the family room to watch a little more
but was too horny to sit there. I was about to turn
off the television when June came into the family
room.

Her hair was wet and she was wearing her robe. "You
should have told me you were taking a shower. I could
have helped you wash your back."

June sat beside me on the couch. "If you were helping
me wash, we would still be in the shower."

I put one hand under her robe to caress a naked
breast. It felt huge under my hand. Somehow I had
expected it to be the same size as Marla’s or Becky’s
breasts.

We kissed hungrily. She was just as eager as I was. I
was startled when she abruptly broke off the kiss.

"I don’t want the kids to catch us. Let’s go to the
bedroom."

"They’re already asleep. I just checked on them." I
untied the sash of June’s robe.

"Are you sure?" June’s fingers fumbled with my belt
buckle.

I slipped the robe from her shoulders to expose her
breasts. "Absolutely."

"Good." June unbuttoned by shirt.

We were both naked in record time. I looked at June’s
neatly trimmed pubic hair. I mentally compared it with
the two hairless pussies I had seen earlier that day.
"Have you ever though of shaving off all your pubic
hair?" I asked June as I placed a hand on her crotch.

June inhaled sharply as my fingers found her clit.
"Not really. Why?"

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pushed June backwards
until she was lying on the couch. June made sure that
her robe was under her hips. My mouth briefly suckled
a breast before moving down her belly to the light
brown hair that hid her pussy lips.

June’s fingers gripped my hair as I began to work my
tongue into her honey pot. Again I compared her to the
girls. She tasted the same as she had last week.
Neither of the girls tasted better than her. They were
just different.

In short order June was writhing with pleasure. My
erection was aching for release. I rested my jaw for a
second and caught a flicker of movement out of the
corner of my eye.

I instantly knew it was one or both of the girls. I
considered what to do as I reapplied my mouth to
June’s pussy. I didn’t care if the girls watched but
June did. Well if June saw the girls then she could
decide what to do.

June shrieked as she had her orgasm from my tongue. If
the movement I saw wasn’t the girls then I’m pretty
sure that her shriek of pleasure would wake them.

I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor beside
June’s head. "Suck me," I said to her. She took my
cock into her mouth and I arched my back as I lost
myself in the moment. I was too close to cumming.

I put my hand on June’s head. "Hold it. I’m about to
cum. I want to cum inside you."

I sneaked a look out of the corner of my eye as I
changed positions. Both Becky and Marla were peeking
around the doorway.

I got between June’s legs and positioned the head of
my cock at the entrance to her cunt. June was already
well lubricated with a mixture of my saliva and her
own juices. June guided me as I slid into her. I
sighed as I felt the walls of her cunt embrace my
cock. I love that feeling of first penetration.

We made love slowly and gently. I was still close to
orgasm and wanted to help June to achieve her second
orgasm before I shot my load.

June came in only a few minutes. Maybe it was the
atypical location for our lovemaking. Maybe it was the
increased chance of being caught by the girls.
Whatever the reason, her orgasm came on hard and fast.
She sobbed and gasped as her muscles spasmed. The
girls were getting an eyeful tonight.

My balls tightened against my body. Cum surged from my
cock and flooded into June’s cunt. I seemed to cum for
hours, though it must have been only a few seconds. I
had been waiting for this since I had fingered the
girls that afternoon.

I collapsed onto June’s chest. Both of us were sodden
with a rapidly cooling glaze of sweat. I casually
turned my head to the side but was careful to keep my
eyes closed. The girls quickly dodged out of the way.

I knew I would weigh too much for June to bear my
weight for too long so I rolled off of June and sat on
the floor so that my body blocked her view of the
doorway. I opened my eyes just enough to see as I let
out a little theatrical snore.

The girls took the bait and peeped around the corner
again. I put one finger to my lips as I opened my eyes
and waved them away with my other hand. Becky smiled
at me and tugged Marla away from the door.

I gave the girls a few minutes to get into bed before
I shook June’s shoulder. "Let’s go to bed, Honey."

June groaned and protested weakly. "Let me sleep
here."

"Do you want the girls to find you naked and freshly
fucked tomorrow morning?"

She groaned again but slowly sat up. She looked down
between her legs. "God you made a mess. You must have
emptied a quart of cum into me."

"Well clamp your legs together on the way to the
bathroom so you don’t drip onto the carpet."

June covered her pussy with one hand as she stood up.
I helped her into her robe. She kissed my cheek and
said, "I’m going to clean up and check on the kids.
I’ll meet you in the bedroom in a minute."

"Just be sure you’re ready for another tongue
lashing." I patted her on the ass and followed her
down the hall carrying my clothes.

After June closed the door to the bathroom, I poked my
head into the girl’s bedroom. "Mom’s going to check on
you in a minute," I whispered. "Be sure you’re asleep
when she does."

"Yes, Daddy," whispered Becky.

"Goodnight then." I closed the door and went to bed.

June crawled into bed with me a few minutes later.
"Now what were you saying about giving me another
tongue lashing?"

My only response was a yawn and a peck on the cheek.
Both of us fell asleep almost immediately.

The alarm rang way too early. June was already
finishing her morning coffee when I dragged my ass
downstairs at seven o’clock. We had two hours to get
to the airport that was an hour away.

The girls joined us thirty minutes later. Both were
dressed and ready for the bus. This was a distinct
improvement from most days when they showed up half
ready and complaining about having to go to school.

They wolfed down breakfast and kissed June good-bye as
we headed for the car. I would miss have June next to
me for a few nights. I always did. It usually took me
three nights just to move from my side of our bed. I
felt lonely and excited at the same time.

Even though I would miss June, I would also have a few
uninterrupted evenings with Becky and Marla. I wasn’t
sure how far our sex play would go but I wanted to
explore this newly revealed side of my own sexuality.
I had never considered myself a pedophile or one of
those men who show up on the news charged with
molesting their own daughters but it was pretty plain
that I was in that group.

We parked in the ramp and took the tunnel to the main
building at MSP. There were a lot more people
traveling than I expected.

June got her boarding pass at the e-ticket machine
while I checked the monitors for her gate. Why is it
that every time I go to the airport my gate is at the
far end of the concourse?

Ms. Jefferson was already in the waiting area when we
arrived. She was shorter than June by at least six
inches. Her blonde hair was cut short in a typical
professional woman’s easy to manage bob. She was
impeccably dressed in a gray business suit jacket and
skirt. She projected an air of confidence and looked
ready to take over the reins of any company on a
moments notice.

Ms. Jefferson was polite and charming as June
introduced us. I liked her immediately. She came
across as a dedicated businesswoman.

I started feeling uneasy. Something didn’t feel right
but I couldn’t put my finger on it. It wasn’t Ms.
Jefferson. I don’t know what it was. I mentally
shrugged and let it go.

I had intended to wait with June until she had to
board but Ms. Jefferson wanted to start reviewing
their papers and strategy before the flight. June was
also eager to go over what she had learned while
studying the papers last night. I kissed June good-bye
and shook hands with Ms. Jefferson. The uneasy feeling
didn’t go away.

.

The day passed surprisingly swiftly. I got a lot of
work done and was taking a break when the girls got
home. They came bounding into my office.

"Hi, Daddy!" shrieked Becky as she jumped onto my lap
to kiss me. Marla came in just as swiftly though much
quieter.

"Hi, girls. How was school?"

"Boorring!" they said in…

Threesome Stories

Sat, 23 Sep 2017 16:08:31 UTC

TABLES TURNED ON THE MILKBOY THIRTY YEARS LATER

ABLES TURNED FOR THE MILKBOY.<br /> <br /> I made mention in my first story about a recent meeting with the woman who took my virginity when I was just turning sixteen, it had been many years since we&rsquo;d last met and Linda, my first, was now seventy six years old and it had been ten years or more since our paths had last crossed. Linda had moved to the States to live with the older of her two daughters and was on her first trip home, accompanied by her great granddaughter Claire who would turn sixteen during their visit to Scotland, the first overseas trip for the young girl and perhaps Linda&rsquo;s last ever trip to her homeland.<br /> Claire was the image of what I&rsquo;d have imagined her great grandmother might have looked at the same age, I say imagined as Linda had been forty six when we&rsquo;d first met, I had been the sixteen year old. Now I was forty six and the chance meeting with the two had me feeling like a sixteen year old all over again. Linda had done her best during our conversation not to give her great granddaughter even a hint that our relationship had been anything other than purely platonic but her giggles and the blush in her cheeks at my feeble attempts at humour would have been obvious to anyone looking for the signs. Claire might have been young but she wasn&rsquo;t stupid, I had offered to give them a lift back to the hotel they were staying in but Linda had declined, Claire on the other hand accepted my card and my offer to perhaps take them a drive in the country and around the coastline while they were visiting, in principal at least. Her smile as she told me she would persuade her great gran into accepting my offer had the same effect that her great gran&rsquo;s mouth used to have, only her lips would usually be around my cock as it hardened, Claire&rsquo;s lips on the other hand were just parted to show her teeth and the tip of her tongue poking out as she giggled, but it was enough to give me the same desire, the moment &ldquo;I&rsquo;d love to see those lips wrapped round my dick,&rdquo; popped into my head, I was immediately hard, followed quickly by the second thought, &ldquo;Oh shit, I hope she doesn&rsquo;t notice, or worse still, Linda!&rdquo; Not that I would have minded a roll in the hay with Linda for old times&rsquo; sake, so what if she was seventy six, she still looked great for her age, hell, she&rsquo;d have looked great for fifty six, I just didn&rsquo;t want her thinking that the first thing I thought of on meeting her was sex, worse still, I didn&rsquo;t want her to think my first thought was sex with her sixteen year old great granddaughter.<br /> I&rsquo;d never been so glad of a shopping basket in my hand which conveniently hid my raging boner, not before I imagined a quick glance by Claire in the direction of my crotch, wishful thinking on my part I told myself, quickly trying to come up with something to say to cover my awkwardness. The only snag was that they were leaving and I was only entering the store, I decided that I couldn&rsquo;t let the meeting end so soon, who knows, I might not get another chance to cross paths with them during the remainder of their visit and if so I knew there was a good chance we&rsquo;d never meet again.<br /> I made a show of pretending that I&rsquo;d forgotten what it was I&rsquo;d come into the store to buy and accompanied them out into the carpark making Smalltalk about the weather and local places Linda should show Claire during their visit, all the while looking for a chance to engineer another meeting. I again offered to drive them to their hotel, trying not to look or sound desperate, but hoping Linda would read into my offer my desire to prolong the moment, if only so I could spend a few more precious minutes in her company. This had a twofold effect, Linda relented, still blushing, that spark in her eyes which I remembered from years past was there for me to see and hopefully not misinterpreted, the way she ran her tongue across her bottom lip before acceding to my offer had me stifling a moan which I covered with an exaggerated cough. Claire on the other hand seemed a bit too enthusiastic about what was supposedly a two minute drive to the hotel. One way or the other I knew I had to make the most of this opportunity, one way or another I was intent on fucking one of them before their trip ended. Might seem a bit extreme, on the one hand I had a long history with Linda, a seventy six year old great grandmother, but on the other, here was the sixteen year old version of her, wrapped up in the beautiful face and body of Claire, tables turned, she was the sixteen year old virgin, I was the forty six year old potential teacher in the arts of sexual intercourse. Ok, so I might not have been an expert but I knew my way around the female body and I&rsquo;d never had any complaints, I&rsquo;d even had the odd compliment in the thirty years since Linda gave me my first lessons.<br /> I guided the two ladies in the direction of my car, and it being a beautiful sunny day I already had the top down on my old jeep wrangler, not the most fuel efficient of vehicles but it was red and I liked it, I could even convince myself I looked cool behind the wheel, just as long as I didn&rsquo;t try to give anyone else that impression, then that would have been an immediate failure on my part. &ldquo; I love your car&rdquo; Claire squealed, clapping her hands, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s what I&rsquo;ve been trying to get my dad to buy me once I&rsquo;ve finished drivers Ed. and get my licence, so cool for going to the beach.&rdquo; Linda laughed, &ldquo;You wouldn&rsquo;t have the top down very often on trips to the beach if you lived here, you&rsquo;d be better off with a bus ticket and a good umbrella.&rdquo;, now I laughed, &ldquo;The soft American lifestyle has twisted your memories of long Scottish summers,&rdquo; I replied, Linda laughed even louder, &ldquo;Oh yes, I remember one summer when it didn&rsquo;t rain for a whole three days.&rdquo; I just shook my head and rolled my eyes at Claire, &ldquo;What have they done to this poor old woman over there?&rdquo; I asked her. &ldquo;Not so much of the old,&rdquo; Linda butted in, punching me on the arm, &ldquo;You never used to think I was an old woman when I was&hellip;&hellip;.&rdquo; She caught herself just in time, leaving the end of the sentence hanging in the air, quickly glancing at Claire to see if it had registered with her. Too late, it had, although admittedly if she&rsquo;d been paying attention she couldn&rsquo;t have helped but notice that there was more between Linda and I than just a mere acquaintanceship, the fact that Linda had yet to elaborate on how exactly we knew each other, what hadn&rsquo;t been said had been more important than what had, Claire might have been only sixteen but she wasn&rsquo;t stupid.<br /> <br /> Once into the jeep and out onto the road Claire suggested we stop at somewhere that served takeout coffee instead of heading straight to their hotel, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a beautiful day, I think we should take a drive so you two can catch up, or should I take a long walk for an hour or two while you two go back to the hotel to catch up in private?&rdquo; Linda grabbed my thigh with her right hand and squeezed, I knew it was intended as a warning for me to stay silent. &ldquo;What could you possibly mean young lady?&rdquo; she asked, doing her best to sound ignorant about the implication of Claire&rsquo;s question. Claire laughed; I could see her in the rear-view mirror, her head back, young pert breasts jiggling, and mouth open as she laughed. &ldquo;What is so funny?&rdquo; Linda asked her, releasing my leg from her grasp with a jolt, only now realising that she&rsquo;d actually been digging her nails into my thigh. &ldquo;I hope you are not talking about what I think you are talking about&rdquo; she continued, sounding just a bit angry, &ldquo;That is not the way to be talking in front of someone you&rsquo;ve just met, your great grandmother young girl.&rdquo; Now she was angry, or at least I thought she was, and I&rsquo;m sure she was hoping that Claire believed likewise. She did not, and if she did it didn&rsquo;t stop her digging deeper.<br /> &ldquo;Come on gran, you&rsquo;ve been acting like a schoolgirl who doesn&rsquo;t want anyone to know she fancies the teacher ever since we met Scott,&rdquo; I couldn&rsquo;t help but laugh, even though I knew I shouldn&rsquo;t, Linda gave me a stern look which had me apologising profusely. &ldquo;Sorry, I didn&rsquo;t mean to laugh, it is a funny analogy, even if I have no idea what you are talking about, I only know your great gran because I used to deliver her milk when I was your age, I haven&rsquo;t seen her in years, probably since before you were born.&rdquo; I thought I better shut up, If I talked much more I might put my foot in it. &ldquo;You delivered her milk?&rdquo; Claire was laughing again, &ldquo;Sorry to be blunt gran but when you saw Scott in the store I could tell that he used to deliver cream to you as well.&rdquo; Her smart remark made her laugh even louder, but it hit the mark and Linda&rsquo;s face was bright red, and she had a smile on her face that her great granddaughter couldn&rsquo;t see. &ldquo;Did someone mention coffee?&rdquo; I announced, trying to change the subject, it worked and the short drive to the nearest shop that sold take out coffee was completed in silence, broken only by me taking coffee orders from the two ladies, what was said between the two while I was inside getting the order I was soon to find out before the afternoon was over. Rather than ask Linda if there was somewhere in particular that she wanted to go I just drove while they sipped their hot coffees, taking the road to a nearby spot which myself and Linda had often many years ago, I knew Claire would be oblivious to our goings on at this place but more importantly I hoped it would jog Linda&rsquo;s memory of our visits there when I was in my late teens and early twenties when Linda&rsquo;s younger daughter, Claire&rsquo;s grandmother&rsquo;s younger s****r, had married and moved with her new husband to the States it meant that Linda was then alone in her home and it was easier for us to meet when we wanted with no need for drives to beaches and into the countryside for hurried fumbling car sex.<br /> <br /> <br /> As I turned off the main road onto the single track leading down to the little sandy cove Linda finally spoke, &ldquo;It must be nearly twenty five years since I was last at this beach&rdquo; she commented lightly, &ldquo;You didn&rsquo;t have such a spacious roomy car back then, did you? &ldquo; Not the comment I was expecting, but I didn&rsquo;t need to reply, &ldquo;Eeeew, gran, that&rsquo;s disgusting, were you taking Scott here when he was a young man so you could have your wicked way with him?&rdquo; Now I thought I should speak, &ldquo;What kind of programs and books do sixteen year olds see in the states, you&rsquo;ve a vivid imagination young lady!&rdquo; I was half hoping she might drop the subject and half hoping Claire might fancy a trip here with me by herself when her next statement made the day an even more exciting prospect. &ldquo;While you were getting the coffees I got gran to admit that you and her had a thing going on back in the olden days&rdquo; she was having fun with this line of topic now. &ldquo;The olden days ? The fucking olden days ? ok so I might be your GREAT grandmother, but I could still show you and your age group a thing or two young lady, you make me sound ancient.&rdquo; Now Linda was laughing. I thought I could see where this was going, after all, it was my idea to come to this spot, this scenario must have been in my mind, hell, who wouldn&rsquo;t fantasise about getting it on with a sexy mature lady and a young nubile sixteen year old at the same time ? &ldquo;Would someone please let me in the joke?&rdquo; I asked as I brought the car to a stop.<br /> Desperate for something to distract myself from the possibilities and the memories of past visits to this beach I reached for my coffee and sat quietly sipping the hot liquid, waiting for someone else to speak so I didn&rsquo;t need to. I waited, several minutes passed in awkward silence, I lit a cigarette and practically inhaled it in one long draw, still there was silence, I&rsquo;d had enough, rightly or wrongly I&rsquo;d need to be the one to speak, &ldquo;what&rsquo;s the worst that could happen?&rdquo; I asked myself, knowing that eventually they&rsquo;d be heading back to the States and our paths would never cross again, the worst I could do was offend a woman in her seventies and disgust a sixteen year old mouthy American, a glance in the mirror showed me Claire sitting pouting in the back seat, brows furrowed as she weighed up the situation or maybe she was just trying to remember the words to some song or other, who can tell with teenagers? &ldquo;Ok, this isn&rsquo;t awkward, if the scenery is boring you I can always take you back to your hotel, or is there somewhere else you&rsquo;d rather go or something you&rsquo;d rather be doing?&rdquo; I knew what I&rsquo;d rather be doing but at that moment I was beginning to regret this whole road trip, this was beyond awkward and potentially embarrassing in the wrong circumstances.<br /> &ldquo;What age were you when you first had sex with my seventy six year old great grandmother?&rdquo; Claire finally decided she would be the one to speak. Blunt, and to the point, even if it wasn&rsquo;t exactly an accurate question.<br /> &ldquo;For a start I wasn&rsquo;t seventy six, I haven&rsquo;t always been this age&rdquo; Linda replied for me, before continuing,<br /> &ldquo;I was forty six, if you really must know, not that it is any of your damn business young lady.&rdquo; <br /> &ldquo;Oh well that makes all the difference then,&rdquo; Claire replied, &ldquo;You were forty six, what age are you Scott?&rdquo;<br /> &ldquo;Forty six,&rdquo; I spoke, deciding to get the charade over and down with, sensing that Claire was either teasing her great grandmother or intent on being cruel just to get a kick.<br /> &ldquo;You are forty six, the same age as gran was, so that must mean you were only sixteen when you slept with my gran? Same age as me, how&rsquo;s that for coincidence?&rdquo;<br /> &ldquo;You just get that idea out of your head this instant my girl,&rdquo; Linda interjected, turning round in her seat to face her great granddaughter, &ldquo;just get it right out of your head, your father would kill me, your mother would kill me, your grandmother and grandfather would kill me, and I&rsquo;ll kill you!&rdquo;<br /> I had my head in my hands by now, wanting the ground to swallow me up, this was the least erotic scenario I could imagine, but Linda wasn&rsquo;t finished, no, she had more to say.<br /> &ldquo;It might be more than ten years since I last saw Scott but if anyone is going to get to sit on his hard cock it is going to be me.&rdquo; She was not looking at Claire now, she was looking at me, when I returned her gaze she winked at me, I had to smile although I was shaking my head in despair, &ldquo;bl**dy tourists.&rdquo; I muttered under my breath and winked back.<br /> &ldquo;So you were fucking my great gran for twenty years?&rdquo; Claire now asked me directly, you could tell where her forebears came from, especially in this town.<br /> I was saying nothing unless Linda indicated that it was alright for me to do so, it was her great granddaughter asking the questions, I had no way of knowing what she&rsquo;d do with the answers. I looked at Linda, shrugging my shoulders, she patted me on the thigh, giving it another squeeze, &ldquo;She is teasing you Scott, she already knows the answer, it was a long queue in the coffee shop.&rdquo; She moved her hand from my thigh and traced a finger along the outline of my dick, it didn&rsquo;t have the effect it might otherwise have done if we had been alone, I knew she was in her seventies but I didn&rsquo;t care, to me she still looked as good as she had that night before my sixteenth birthday over thirty years ago, her hairstyle still hadn&rsquo;t changed, her face had one or two more lines but then so had mine and between the two of us she was the one who was ageing better. What was a man to do in such circumstances?<br /> &ldquo;If we are going to do this can we go back to the hotel?&rdquo; Claire asked, I&rsquo;d forgotten she was even there for a moment. <br /> &ldquo;Firstly who is we? And secondly, what is the this that this we are supposedly going to do?&rdquo; I asked, addressing Claire.<br /> <br /> <br /> &ldquo;Well Scott, me and my nan nan are very close, we share everything and I&rsquo;ve heard a few stories about her mystery lover from the past, it was part of the plan to meet you while we were here, it was just a coincidence we bumped into you today. I knew it was you before she&rsquo;d even noticed you in the store, even if you&rsquo;ve aged from the description she gave me when she first told me how you met, we&rsquo;ve been planning this trip for two years.&rdquo;<br /> &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right Scott,&rdquo; Linda added, &ldquo;I wasn&rsquo;t telling her about you when you were getting coffee, we were deciding who got you first.&rdquo;<br /> It seemed that Linda had first told Claire about me when she had been f******n and Claire had thought it was a romantic story, I could see that, through my sixteen year old eyes, but I could also see that when roles were reversed and it was a forty six year old man and a sixteen year old girl it came across as being a bit less so. Hell, I was flattered, extremely flattered, fuck she was a beautiful girl, and of course I&rsquo;d love to fuck her but I wasn&rsquo;t going to come right out and say so, not with Linda sitting there, even if she was party to this scheme they&rsquo;d dreamt up between them. Despite our history, if it came to fucking only one of them I&rsquo;d be hard-pressed to decide, Claire was the hotter of the two by several country miles, even if I had always preferred older women but I wouldn&rsquo;t want to offend Linda by not choosing her, even if it had been her idea, there was a large measure of &ldquo;for old times&rsquo; sake&rdquo; at the back of my mind, the knowledge that Linda was probably making her last ever visit to her hometown, I had nearly decided that rather than offend my old lover I would rather decline the invite altogether, what&rsquo;s a fuck for the sake of a fuck, some men might not see it that way and would already be balls deep in fresh virgin pussy in the time it was taking me to formulate an answer, but I had more respect for both of them than that, it was their trip, their plan, their choice, I was just the cock owner in the plan.<br /> &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go back to the hotel Scott,&rdquo; Linda had known me well enough to see that I was struggling with the whole scenario, &ldquo;Unless you have somewhere else you have to be?&rdquo; she added, I imagined she was referring to f****y and home.<br /> &ldquo;No, there is nowhere else I have to be, nor is there anywhere else I&rsquo;d rather be, I am at your disposal for as long as you want me to be, or need me to be.&rdquo; I answered, starting the jeep and swinging it round to head back to the main road and onwards in the direction of town and their hotel on the opposite side of the loch.<br /> It was a small hotel, only thirty rooms, theirs being the only suite which was actually situated in the coach house adjoining the main building. Very private which was good, no prying eyes to see two American visitors entering their room with a middle aged local man in tow. When we got to the hotel the ladies took the bags they&rsquo;d been carrying when I&rsquo;d first met them out of the jeep and into the room, I&rsquo;d forgotten all about the bags or given any thought to why they&rsquo;d even been buying foodstuffs in the first place? It became clear when I entered the coach house, as well as having two large bedrooms it had a large lounge/dining room and a small kitchen so that the guests could prepare snacks or meals should they wish to rather than eat in the main hotel dining room or order room service. Not that they&rsquo;d bought much in the way of food, a few snacks, bread and cheese, some fruit and three bottles of champagne and two bottles of wine. They&rsquo;d obviously been stocking up for their planned seduction when they&rsquo;d bumped into me earlier that day. Linda suggested I use the shower in the main bathroom while they got themselves more comfortable and opened some champagne, despite the fact I still hadn&rsquo;t decided what I was open to I did ask asked, the two girls retiring to the bedrooms to make use of the en-suites in the two bedrooms. After showering I pulled on the white towelling robe that had been left hanging on the door and went back to the lounge, the ladies were nowhere to be seen so I opened a bottle of champagne and made myself comfortable on the couch.<br /> <br /> I was still having doubts about this whole scenario, not because I found either Linda or Claire sexually attractive, on the contrary, under normal circumstances I&rsquo;d have been like any other red bl**ded male and been only too keen to get stuck right in for a leisurely afternoon of sex, these were not normal circumstances. Ignoring the age difference between the two women there was the whole i****tual angle, not the mother/daughter fantasy beloved of many a porn movie watcher, this was far more extreme, Linda was Claire&rsquo;s great grandmother, I thought I&rsquo;d taken my involvement in sexual shenanigans with this f****y to the greatest extreme, more than I had done some years earlier when I was in my late twenties when I&rsquo;d hooked up briefly with one of Linda&rsquo;s granddaughters, not Claire&rsquo;s mother but her cousin, the daughter of Linda&rsquo;s youngest, Anne had been a bit younger than me but only by a few years, and had spied on her gran and me during one of our trysts when she had been over here on holiday. Luckily Anne had taken her looks from her gran rather than her mother who was with the best will in the world, on the plain side and had been the daughter who&rsquo;d answered the door to me all those years ago on the night when Linda had taken my virginity. If circumstances had been different, had I not been married at the time and her grandmother&rsquo;s lover, and if we had lived on the same continent, then I could have seen myself and Anne having a long term future together. Our relationship had lasted only a few weeks but had been intense, it had broken my heart when her holiday ended and she had to return to the States. I&rsquo;d never forgotten Anne and being re-united with Linda and meeting Claire brought all the old memories rushing back. I was still sitting, lost in thought, remembering my time with Anne when Claire and Linda entered the room.<br /> I really didn&rsquo;t know what to expect, what was to be expected of me during the next few hours. The last thing I expected was that they were going to double team me for want of a better term, but as I looked up I saw that both ladies were naked except for the presence of a short robe that Claire was wearing and in her great grandmother&rsquo;s case a white towel.<br /> &ldquo;Oh shit!&rdquo; the sound of my own voice made me aware that I&rsquo;d spoken out loud what I&rsquo;d been thinking when I saw them standing before me.<br /> &ldquo;How would sir like us?&rdquo; said Linda with a smile, adding an exaggerated courtesy to break the ice. I just shook my head, what had I let myself in for? If I didn&rsquo;t get thoughts about Anne and the whole f****y angle out of my head then the afternoon would be spent watching telly or playing cards, if the limp dick between my legs was anything to go by.<br /> &ldquo;Are you comfortable with this?&rdquo; I asked, looking from one to the other and back again before continuing. &ldquo;I mean to say, Claire is your great granddaughter, I know it would scar me for life if I saw my parents have sex never mind a great grandparent!&rdquo; I was addressing Linda having decided that she was in charge, it certainly not up to me, if she didn&rsquo;t want me to touch Claire then it would make no odds what I desired or Claire wanted. Linda looked at Claire, then back at me, then back to Claire who nodded her head and grinned from ear to ear.<br /> &ldquo;You know what I want gran&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;We discussed this with auntie Anne before we came here, I told both of you that I wanted to find out if Scott was the great lover you both claim that he is!&rdquo; She was looking me straight in the groin as she said this, which was having an immediate effect on my cock which gave a twitch of approval, and momentarily side-tracked me from the actually implication of what she had just said.<br /> Realisation suddenly dawned on me, &ldquo;Wait a minute, did you just mention Anne?&rdquo; both of them laughed out loud, dissolving into a fit of giggles. Linda wagged her finger at me.<br /> <br /> &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t think I didn&rsquo;t know about you and Anne did you?&rdquo; a scolding shake of the head and more finger wagging. &ldquo;You might not have known that she was watching us fuck all those years ago but I did, it was me that told her to seduce you after I caught her playing with her pussy in my bathroom after you&rsquo;d left, if she hadn&rsquo;t been so shy then you would have had a threesome with us instead of sneaking about behind my back the whole time she was here.&rdquo; This piece of information had an even greater effect on my cock which was now at full length despite any reservations my brain might still have had.<br /> &ldquo;I think he would have liked that judging by what is sticking out of his robe right now,&rdquo; announced Claire, pointing at my cock which had managed to escape the confines of my robe despite my attempt at modesty. &ldquo;Looks like Scott has a liking for the women in our f****y.&rdquo; She finished.<br /> &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry Scott,&rdquo; Linda said, &ldquo;If you were as fond of Anne as she was of you then it must have been a pretty intense few weeks, especially if just the mention of her name can get you hard after more than fifteen years? I hope I had the same effect on little Scott when I was in my prime?&rdquo; more laughter, but this time a bit of a nervous edge to it, as if the question was more serious than joking.<br /> &ldquo;Of course it did,&rdquo; I replied, &ldquo;I still does, just the sight of you after a decade,&rdquo; my voice trailed off as I heard myself beginning to sound patronising towards her. I tried to get back to the original question, &ldquo;Why you and Anne would be discussing me with Claire in the first place?&rdquo; This did puzzle me, ok so I had history with Linda over many years and my brief dalliance with Anne, but there had been no contact with either in years, for one, I didn&rsquo;t know where they lived other than the fact that it was in the Virginia Beach area, I didn&rsquo;t even know where that was? They on the other hand wouldn&rsquo;t have tried to contact me due to the fact that as far as they knew I was still married which was no longer the case. After Anne had left to return to the States my relationship with my wife had started on the downward spiral, ending in an amicable divorce when our youngest c***d had left home, we hadn&rsquo;t slept together in over ten years and other than Linda and Anne I had gone without a sexual relationship in all that time. In fact it had been a long time since I had touched a woman preferring to keep myself to myself in more ways than one, thank fuck for internet porn and a good lube.<br /> We were getting off the topic and I was beginning to think that to take it any further would take so long as to put a complete stop to any prospect of me breaking my duck and getting my cock wet. To use a less than quaint local term I had &ldquo;A cock that a dog couldn&rsquo;t chew.&rdquo; Meaning that I had the biggest hard on that I&rsquo;d had since I couldn&rsquo;t remember when, Linda came to the rescue and cut to the chase.<br /> &ldquo;I can see you have a few questions,&rdquo; she told me, continuing &ldquo;I promise we will answer all your questions as best we can, but right this minute all you need to know is that your existence as far as our f****y is concerned is known only to me, Anne and now Claire. Who has chosen you as the man who will take her virginity, personally I think you should be honoured?&rdquo;<br /> My mind was spinning, a thousand questions all fighting for space in my head, all contributing to have a negative effect on my deflating manhood. Claire who&rsquo;d not taken her eyes off my cock since she entered the room was quick to notice. &ldquo;I think all this talk is making that nice looking cock get all shy, it&rsquo;s trying to hide from me.&rdquo; Which made matters worse, I couldn&rsquo;t have shrunk any further if I&rsquo;d dived into ice cold fresh water, even my balls were trying to shrivel up and die.<br /> <br /> <br /> &ldquo;Oh dear,&rdquo; Linda exclaimed, clutching her towel to her breasts, &ldquo;Poor Scott, I am sorry, Claire, I think it is time for your first lesson in the art of lovemaking.&rdquo; She took Claire by the hand and both of them approached the couch where I sat. Linda knelt in front of me, indicating for Claire to join her, looking me straight in the eyes she said, &ldquo;I think you better lie back and relax, enjoy the next few minutes, I want that beautiful cock of yours on it&rsquo;s very best behaviour before Claire feels it inside her. Linda reached out and started to run her hands up and down my right leg, gesturing for Claire to follow suit. Never having had the experience of two pairs of hands running over my body before I wasn&rsquo;t prepared for the blissful experience. I lay back on the couch, Linda&rsquo;s hands gently easing my legs apart as they ran across my thigh. I could feel Claire&rsquo;s soft teenage hands copying the movements of her elder, slowly reaching higher and higher up my thighs towards my groin. <br /> Linda reached for the belt on my robe and loosened the knot, running her left hand up across my belly and chest, I could feel her towelling covered breasts against my knee as she reached for my right nipple and gave it a quick nip. Claire was mirroring her every move, taking my left nipple in her right hand, rubbing her palm across it, her young pert tits pressing into my left knee as her right hand played with my nipple and her left played across my belly. Linda briefly sat back, I opened my eyes and looked down to see what she was doing as she unwrapped her towel, letting her still magnificent breasts escape, a glance to my left let me watch as Claire followed likewise, disrobing, giving me my first view of her beautiful young breasts. I&rsquo;ve never had a clue about breast sizes, cup measurements etc., I just knew they were the most beautiful pair of tits I&rsquo;d ever seen, her mixed race parentage had given her skin the most amazing light chocolate glow, the dark nipples sticking out at least half an inch I couldn&rsquo;t resist reaching out to touch them. I took hold of her right wrist and pulled her towards me, letting go when her breasts came within reach of those firm young puppies.<br /> Her nipples were rock hard, I ran my palm across the top of the right one before cupping her left breast in my hand, she let out a soft moan and threw her head back, lips parted, eyes closed. &ldquo;Aren&rsquo;t they just magnificent?&rdquo; Linda asked. I could only nod in agreement, being intent on getting my mouth round one of those nipples as soon as I could. Rather than wait for them to come to me, I went to them, slipping onto my knees between the two naked women. I put my right arm around Linda&rsquo;s neck, drawing her close, kissing her softly on the lips, her tongue darting out; seeking my own. We kissed, tongues renewing their old acquaintanceship, left hand on the back of my neck pulling me closer still, her right searching for my cock. Claire had dipped her head and taken my left nipple in her mouth, sucking on it like a new-born, her left hand playing with my other nipple as her right softly stroked my back. I broke off my kiss with Linda and took Claire&rsquo;s chin in my left hand lifting her head up to meet mine, kissing her on the forehead, then her nose before reaching her full lips, her breath coming in short soft gasps. The girls had swapped places, Linda sucking on my nipple and stroking my cock as Claire returned my kiss. My hand on her breast was making her moan even more, little squeals escaping her as we kissed, echoing in my own head each time I squeezed her nipple. The smell of her sex was already filling my nostrils, I couldn&rsquo;t resist running my free hand down her belly till I found her pussy, she was hairless and sopping wet against my fingers. I managed to slip a couple into her tight pussy and my thumb found her clit which felt as big and as hard as her nipples, I only had to give it a little squeeze and I felt her shudder as she came.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Claire squirted all over my hand, &ldquo;Wow!&rdquo; I said, breaking away from our kiss and whispering in her ear, &ldquo;Fucking hell, you just came all over my hand, that is so hot, I can&rsquo;t wait to taste your juices.&rdquo; <br /> &ldquo;I think we should take this elsewhere and make ourselves a bit more comfortable.&rdquo; Linda said, rising to her feet and reaching out her hands towards us. I couldn&rsquo;t get to my feet quickly enough, both hands under Claire&rsquo;s arms pulling her up with me. Hand in hand the three of us walked to the master bedroom and crossed to the king-sized bed. Linda obviously had a plan for phase two of the afternoon delights and indicated that I should lie on the bed. &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t wait a second longer,&rdquo; she proclaimed, &ldquo;I just need to have that old friend in my mouth.&rdquo; She climbed between my legs, lying flat on her stomach licking her lips as she took my cock in her hand and licking it like a lolly to lubricate it then stroking it firmly a few times.<br /> &ldquo;Ok my girl, if you want to kill two birds with one stone and have your first experience of a hot rough tongue on that pussy of yours and at the same time taste your first cock I suggest you park your snatch on Scott&rsquo;s face and watch me.&rdquo; She shocked me with her command to the young girl, I&rsquo;d never heard her talk like that in the past, she must have picked up some nasty habits stateside, by the sound of it she&rsquo;d been getting her fair share of cock from somewhere or other in Virginia Beach this last ten years? Claire straddled me facing Linda and started to tentatively lower head towards my cock, her ass poised in the air above my face. I was in no hurry to do anything for a moment except gaze at the perfectly formed milk chocolate booty above me. It was the perfect ass, I put both hands on her slim waist and ran them over her wide hips and across the exquisite globes of her ass cheeks. This was the perfect ass, as far as I was concerned, a cross between J-lo and Beyonce on a slightly smaller scale, I could have stared at it all day long, but I was dying to taste her, each time I stroked her cheeks they would quiver and her whole body would shake. I ran a finger down the crease of her ass over her little rosebud asshole, making a mental note to make a concerted effort to persuade her to let me christen it with my load at some point before she left town. Drawing my finger lower to the lips of her wet pussy I dipped my finger into the folds, slipping inside her to the knuckle before reaching her clit and gently rubbing it with my thumb.<br /> Claire shuddered, a small orgasm coursing through her body as I felt a mouth clamp down on my cock. I&rsquo;d been so intent on the vision above me that I hadn&rsquo;t been conscious of the attention my cock had been getting. Linda had been running her hand up and down my shaft as Claire watched and had been whispering to her about what a woman should do when sucking a cock, giving head, administering a blow-job, cocks in general and mine in particular. Linda had sucked my dick often enough over a period of twenty years that she knew exactly what I liked, how to get me off, how to give me maximum enjoyment without making me cum and the signs that told her when I was ready to blow. Not that it made much difference to Linda, she loved to take my load in her mouth, determined not to waste a single drop of my cum. She had been showing Claire how to suck and lick my cock and play with my balls, I was never one for enjoying having my balls sucked, mainly because it meant that if she had my balls in her mouth then it meant my cock was going without. If I had thought about it for a second I would have noticed that my balls were being licked and my cock was being sucked at the same time which meant that Claire had my cock in her mouth for the first time just at the moment that I touched her clit, she&rsquo;d clamped her teeth around the shaft as the climax rippled through her body, if it had a full blown orgasm she might well have bitten my dick off, and I hadn&rsquo;t got length to spare to start with.<br /> <br /> <br /> Claire lifted her head off my cock and moaned out loud giving me the opportunity to pull her hips down to my face and flick my tongue at her wet pussy and the little droplet of pussy juice that was hanging from the end of her cunt lips. I pulled her even closer, running my tongue the entire length of her teenage gash, flicking her clit when I reached it, delicious, like nectar, even sweeter than her great gran&rsquo;s free flowing fuckhole that I&rsquo;d known so well. Damn but this c***d tasted good, I took a second to wonder if my sixteen year old cock had tasted this good to Linda when she was forty six, I doubt it, nothing could taste this good, not even the finest wine or champagne, not even her aunt Anne had tasted this good. Thoughts dismissed from my brain I buried my tongue as far inside her cunt as I could possibly reach, pulling her ass as close as I could physically get it. Hands free, I reached for her young titties, taking a nipple in each hand, rolling them between my fingers as I sucked on one cunt lip and then the other before burying my tongue inside her to flick her clit again and again. Claire responded, grinding her cunt into my face, her back arched as she moaned over and over in time to the grinding of her hips. <br /> I could feel Linda&rsquo;s hands caress my inner thighs, reaching up into my groin to stroke my sac, Claire&rsquo;s hand was now furiously pumping my shaft, so fast that I knew I wouldn&rsquo;t last much longer unless she slowed the pace. Her first big orgasm saved me as she sat back on her thighs, cunt trying to screw my mouth into the back of my head as she came hard, pussy juice flooded my mouth, filling my nostrils with the aroma and liquid nearly drowning me as it soaked my face.<br /> &ldquo;FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!&rdquo; she screamed, the grinding slowing to long deep thrusts of her hips accompanied with deep growls. &ldquo;Nnnnh, Nnnnh, Nnnghh, yes, yes, oh fuck yes!&rdquo; her body suddenly went limp, all that was holding her up was my hands on her breasts, she&rsquo;d passed out on top of me. &ldquo;Oh dear,&rdquo; I heard Linda say softly, &ldquo;My poor baby has taken her first step towards womanhood and it has been too much for her, I&rsquo;ll get her off you before she suffocates you, then nobody will be getting a good fucking, and by that I mean me!&rdquo; I helped Linda as best I could turn Claire over onto her back on the bed beside me where she lay softly mewing like a contented kitten, her body still shivering as if she&rsquo;d caught a fever. I couldn&rsquo;t help but give myself an imaginary pat on the back as if to congratulate myself on a job well done, my smile must have given me away. <br /> &ldquo;She might be purring but you look like the cat that&rsquo;s got the cream&rdquo; Linda announced, leaning over me to kiss me on the lips. &ldquo;And very nice cream it is too&rdquo; I replied licking my lips and pulling her on top of me burying my tongue in her mouth. Linda returned my kisses, reaching back with her hand to guide my cock to the entrance of her waiting cunt. &ldquo;Hello old friend, I&rsquo;ve missed you&rdquo; she whispered lowering herself until I was buried as deep in her as I could go. &ldquo;She won&rsquo;t mind if I keep this warm for her while she has a little rest,&rdquo; she enquired, as we fell into a familiar rthymn, like riding a bycicle, you never forget and I had every intention of riding this glorious pussy for as long as I possibly could. For a woman of seventy six there wasn&rsquo;t an ounce of fat on her body, age seemed to have had little effect on her, as I watched the muscles of her belly contract as her pussy muscles tightened and relaxed, it was Linda who was riding me. Hands on my thighs as she leant back I watched as my cock disappeared into her waiting snatch before feeling her cunt muscles tighten around the shaft as it slowly reappeared, over and over again, a long slow fuck, her eyes never leaving mine, her hands gripping my thighs, my hands gently cupping those magnificent breasts that I&rsquo;d missed these last ten years. I don&rsquo;t know what was going through Linda&rsquo;s mind as we fucked.<br /> <br /> <br /> Scratch that, we didn&rsquo;t fuck, I&rsquo;d fucked her often enough to know that this was something more, this was love, with a good measure of lust thrown in for good measure, even so all that I could think about was the body lying beside me, I was determined that I wasn&rsquo;t cumming until I&rsquo;d fucked Claire and made her cum as many times as I could, I might never get another chance and my ego might never again get the boost of managing to make a young horny woman pass out mid orgasm. I wanted to make that happen even more than I now wanted to make love to Linda. If I could have run away from the world with this two then I&rsquo;d die a very happy man, just for an hour or two my mind and my cock forgot all about the third member of this horny f****y, the beautiful Anne.<br /> Much as I&rsquo;d lusted after Linda and Anne after her for many years I&rsquo;d always had a stronger desire which had escaped fruition. A woman of colour, be she African, West Indian, African American, whichever, the shape and form, the way the light caught the glistening sweaty body lying prone beside me was sheer perfection. I&rsquo;d always been a bum man, and white asses just didn&rsquo;t match up in my eyes, with very few exceptions other than the odd latin ass like J-lo or the likes of media tart Kim kardashion or whatever her name was, now she had an ass to die for, the fact she also had a beautiful face too made her even more attractive, if she&rsquo;d only been mute I would have loved to fuck her. That didn&rsquo;t matter to me now, Claire had the best ass I&rsquo;d ever been this close to and you couldn&rsquo;t get closer than having your tongue buried in her sweet pussy, if I never tasted another in my life I&rsquo;d be a happy man. Of course all these thoughts were having the desired effect and were taking the mind off of the job At hand which was Linda and her cunt muscles of steel, it was as if she was trying to suck the cum straight from my balls with her pussy. Luckily it was having the effect which was just as pleasing to her by which I mean her own orgasm. She shuddered bringing a hand to her pussy to furiously rub her clit as she orgasmed once, twice, three times, falling on top of me covering my face in passionate kisses.<br /> &ldquo;God I missed your cock,&rdquo; she whispered, softly licking my ear, &ldquo;As soon as Claire has enjoyed that hard shaft of yours I intend to fill my mouth with your hot cum and give my great granddaughter her first taste of fresh cum. <br /> Linda climbed off of me and onto the floor, then she walked round to the other side of the bed so that she was on Claire&rsquo;s right side. By this time Claire had composed herself and was lying with her eyes closed rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with her tits with the other. Linda knelt over her and took her great granddaughter&rsquo;s right nipple in her mouth which caused Claire to emit a short gasp as her eyes flew open. She had not expected to see her elder sucking on her tit, it was as if she had been lost in her own little world and forgotten where she was and what had just happened to her. I leaned across and slowly ran the fingers of my left hand up the length of her slit until they reached the hand she had on her clit, then whispered in her ear. <br /> &ldquo;Are you ready for your first ever cock in that beautiful wet pussy?&rdquo; The words sounded false and corny to my own ears as soon as I said them.<br /> &ldquo;Oh yes Scott, I want to you to fuck me, fuck me slowly until you make me cum.&rdquo; Exactly what I wanted to hear, my cock twitched it&rsquo;s approval. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sorry I passed out earlier,&rdquo; She continued, &ldquo;That is how my gran gran discovered I was sexually active, she came into my room and found me out cold with a dildo buried in my pussy.&rdquo; Linda looked up from her position sucking Linda&rsquo;s hardened nipple and nodded. &ldquo;Oh yes,&rdquo; She whispered breathlessly, I could not believe my eyes when I saw her lying there with that big black rubber cock in her pussy and her out cold.&rdquo; She went on, flicking her tongue across Claire&rsquo;s nipple before continuing. &ldquo;It was such a horny sight, I know I should have just left the room and closed the door but the sight of that rubber dick turned me on so much that I took it from her cunt and stuck it in my own.&rdquo;<br /> The image painted a vivid picture in my head causing my cock to nod in approval. Linda continued the tale, &ldquo;I thought I could satisfy myself quickly which it did, but I wasn&rsquo;t aware that my own moans had wakened Claire from her stupor and that she was watching me fuck myself with her dildo.&rdquo; Claire smiled at me, which was the sexiest smile I&rsquo;d ever seen as her older relative finished the tale.<br /> &ldquo;I came as quickly as I could and thought I&rsquo;d just slip the dildo back in her pussy and leave without her knowing I&rsquo;d even been in the room but my plan backfired.&rdquo; Claire laughed, saying &ldquo;Gran gran with my big rubber cock in her pussy was the first time I&rsquo;d ever seen a pussy in the flesh, she looked so hot and sexy I couldn&rsquo;t control myself,&rdquo; That made me laugh in agreement, I&rsquo;d long been aware of how beautiful linda&rsquo;s pussy had looked. <br /> Linda took up the story, &ldquo;Thank you dear girl, if I&rsquo;d know you were watching I would have died on the spot in shame, but you took control and I thank you for that.&rdquo; The two women shared a lingering loving kiss which indicated to me that this was not the first time they had played together, just the first time they had included a man in their passion, and I was grateful that I was the lucky guy they&rsquo;d chosen. Linda, broke away from Claire&rsquo;s lips and smiled lovingly at the girl lying on the bed before her. &ldquo;foolishly I thought I could leave her as I found her, but when I slipped the dildo into her tight pussy she grabbed my wrist and would not let me go.&rdquo; Linda wagged he finger at the girl in a mock scolding fashion. &ldquo;Long story short, she made me fuck her with that big rubber phallus, never taking her eyes from mine until she came, and came again, flooding my hand with her young juices. The sight and sound of it slamming in and out of her sex made me cum too, and that was the start of our private little playtimes, we even bought a double headed cock so we could fuck it at the same time.&rdquo; Now I was really turned on and the pre-cum was flowing freely from my cock slit, I lubed my shaft with it and decided that if Claire was used to having big dildos in her cunt then I&rsquo;d have no problem fucking her and giving her a taste of her first cock.<br /> Claire could see I was ready and pulled me over on top of her so I was between her legs, my cock aiming itself at her waiting snatch. Linda reached across to take hold of my shaft and telling the teenager to spread her pussy lips for me, guided me into her. The heat was incredible, she felt so tight as she employed the muscles of her cunt to grab my shaft in a vicegrip. &ldquo;You have had a great teacher I see?&rdquo; I said as I looked down at her beautiful face with her blonde hair spread across the pillow and matted with sweat on her forehead. &ldquo;Your cunt muscles are well developed for someone who has never been fucked before,&rdquo; I ended. Claire looked lovingly at her great grandmother and gasped, &ldquo;It is all you ever said it would be and so much more, so much more, I never want this cock to leave my pussy.&rdquo; Much as it flattered me I knew she&rsquo;d soon grow up to find a large selection of cocks, bigger and thicker than mine which would soon be forgotten, I was only the first, the best I could hope for is that in later years she would not look back on it as being the worst, with a hot beauty like her I&rsquo;d be more than happy to still be in her top ten by the time she reached her twenties.<br /> We fell into a nice slow rythmn as she had requested, fine by me as I wanted this to last as long as possible, I knew I&rsquo;d never get such a chance again, the lasttime I&rsquo;d fucked a sixteen year old I had been sixteen myself and that was thirty years ago. I could have gazed into her eyes as we slowly fucked for hours and hours, or as long as a forty six year old man could stay hard under such circumstances, Linda wasn&rsquo;t helping matters. She would keep moving about, first sucking on Claire&rsquo;s titties, then underneath me, sucking on my balls and licking my perineum before starting to rim my asshole which had an intense effect, especially when she stuck a finger in my ass and took both my balls in her mouth. I took this as her indication that she was ready for me to empty those balls in her throat and increased my tempo, getting up onto my haunches to drive as deep into claire&rsquo;s cunt as I could, and raising her ass in the air which Linda took as some sort of invite.<br /> I was too busy trying to make Claire cum without doing so myself that I wasn&rsquo;t aware that Linda had slipped from the bed until I heard a buzzing noise. The next thing I knew was I felt the cause of the buzzing being stroked across my balls and perineum, then down to the base of my cock before feeling it against my shaft as it was slipped into Claire&rsquo;s pussy. &ldquo;Fuck,&rdquo; I thought to myself, &ldquo;She is going to make me cum in her cunny before I make her squirt her juice.&rdquo; I was wrong, Linda was just applying a bit of lubrication to the vibe before slipping it into Claire&rsquo;s ass, I guessed that much when she gave out a shriek, that and the fact she shouted &ldquo;Fuck my ass gran gran, make me cum again,&rdquo; Either way I took all my self control not to blow my wad right there and then in that sweet virgin pussy, if I could have filled her womb with seed of my spunk at that moment I would have gladly. It didn&rsquo;t take long for the double prong attack on Claire&rsquo;s cunt and ass to make her start shaking and bucking beneath me, I could hardly stay on top of her, fucking her was out of the question I was just along for the ride as she came. I could feel Linda&rsquo;s face buried in her pussy licking her and my shaft as she came, sucking on the base of my shaft and licking Claire&rsquo;s juices from my balls, sure sign that it was notthe first time she had tasted her great grand-daughters juice. I slipped my cock from the depths of Claire&rsquo;s cunny and slipped it straight down Linda&rsquo;s throat, Linda wanted feeding and she wanted feeding right now! I could hear the vibrator being plunged into Linda&rsquo;s own cunt as she engulfed my cock with her lips, tongue and throat, desperate to make me cum almost as much as I was to oblige her, even so, I wasn&rsquo;t prepared for the lengths she was willing to go to, or where she intended to insert that length?<br /> I was building up nicely to my climax, fucking Linda&rsquo;s mouth as fast as I could without causing her too much discomfort, then I felt the return of the vibe against my balls. I liked the feeling and knew that it would help me reach cum shooting point quite rapidly, I wasn&rsquo;t ready for it to be plunged into my own ass, and fuck bt it did the trick. By the time Linda had plunged the vibe in my hole a coiple of times she had found the right spot, the throb of the vibrator on my prostate coupled with linda&rsquo;s hoover action on my cock had me blowing my load, each spurt feeling bigger than the last, I can&rsquo;t say I was ever a prodijuce spunk shooter, maybe just above average judging by all the porn movies and cumshots I&rsquo;d seen over thirty odd years, but this load surpassed all others. Each spurt lasted at least two full seconds, by the third Linda was gagging and I sat back to ease my cock from her lips but still I came. Claire who had recovered seconds earlier had turned to face us, lying on her front, her face uplifted at the perfect angle to take the next long blast right in the face, rather than move her head out of the firing line she had closed her eyes and opened her mouth so I stuck my cock inside her lips and blasted another three times, each one a bit less than the last, the vibrator still buzzing in my asshole. I grunted as I tried to f***e yet more spunk from my cock, which caused the vibe to shoot out of my ass and land on Linda&rsquo;s belly, a few more small spurts which Claire took like a trooper and she was left to suck the remaining drops from my spent balls. I&rsquo;d never cum so hard, never climaxed so much, if this was an orgasm then it was my first, everything else paled by comparison. Spent and empty I rolled off of Linda&rsquo;s chest to lie on my back, looking round I could see the girls lying beside me, Claire&rsquo;s face on top, feeding my cum to her great grandmother, who then swapped places to feed it back to the sixteen year old. I&rsquo;d never before and I&rsquo;m sure I never will see anything hotter and sexier than the sight of the two women sharing my cum between them, not something I&rsquo;d ever chosen to watch in any porno I&rsquo;d seen but this, close up, and it being my cum being swapped, between a sixteen year old who&rsquo;d never tasted cum before but seemed to be loving it, and a seventy six year old who I knew had loved to taste my cum many times in the past. This was hot, and as it was still daylight outside and I knew I had nowhere to be for as long as they were in town, I was going to witness this sight as often as I could manage to get my cock hard and blow a load, with the help of this pair I knew it would not be a problem,<br />

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Fri, 30 Mar 2012 17:22:01 UTC

Apply if you can Fill Holes

It was a short ad that I placed on Facebook and went like this:
Looking for Man/Woman/Teen that knows about holes!
It’s dirty work but rewarding/I will supervise!
Must live close by/message me for more details!
I had posted my ad on a Friday night and within ten minutes someone had messaged me.
The chat went like this:
Tom – hey there, you need holes dug or filled?
Me(Mike) – Filled! 
Tom – how many holes?
Mike – 3, but only one at a time!
Tom – how big are these holes?
Mike – they range in size!
Tom – how long will it take to fill one of these holes?
Mike – depends on you, the slower you fill it, the longing it will take. 
Tom – when do you want this holes filled?
Mike – tonight if you can!
Tom – do I need to bring any tools?
Mike – no, just yourself!
Tom – what’s our address?
Mike – 25 Maple St.
Tom – ok, and where are these holes, inside or outside?
Mike – inside my house tonight! 
Tom- oh, ok, I live on the south side of town, I could be there in about an hour, is that good?
Mike – yes, that would be great!
Tom – cool, see you soon!
Mike – ok, see you then 
… and the chat ended.
Just then another chat window popped up on my screen
Mary – hi there, I can help you with them holes! 
Mike – hello, cool, but I have a guy coming in about an hour to fill one of them, there are 3 holes, you could fill one of the other ones if you like.
Mary –sure, if that would help to get the job done faster, what’s your addy?
Mike – 25 Maple St. and it would 
Mary – already, I could be there soon, I live about 45 minutes away from you, see you then. 
Mike – cool, see you soon. 
… and that chat ended.
Another message window popped up!
Jim – howdy, I’m good with fixing holes, you still need help?
Mike – hi, I have two people coming to help tonight, but could use your help too. 
Jim – cool, address please!
Mike – 25 Maple St.
Jim – be there in 30 minutes, ok?
Mike – k, see you then. 
…. And then I logged out of Facebook.
‘They will all be here soon baby, get ready’, I was getting excited,’ your holes will be filled’.
‘You know, these holes have waited along time to be filled at the same time’, Pam was very excited, like a kid in a candy store.
Time moved forward, the hole fillers had arrived, each one was handed a card as they entered.
Tom’s card:
Do not repeat what you are about to read on this card to the other two people standing beside you, if you do, you will not be filling a hole and will be asked to leave. The holes are in my bedroom, on the bed. Enter the room. There will be no talking, I am deaf and so are the holes. If at this point in your reading this you wish to leave, please do, but if you choose to stay, you will enjoy filling a hole I promise. Now enter the bedroom and wait. Good luck!
Jim’s card was the same as Tom’s!
Mary’s card:
Do not repeat what you are about to read on this card to the other two people standing beside you, if you do, you will not be filling a hole and will be asked to leave. The holes are in my bedroom, on the bed. There is a special tool close to the bed to help you. Enter the room. There will be no talking, I am deaf and so are the holes. If at this point in your reading this you wish to leave, please do, but if you choose to stay, you will enjoy filling a hole I promise. Now enter the bedroom and wait. Good luck!
Tom was the first to enter the room, followed closely behind by Jim and Mary, it was dark.
I was the last to enter, I handed each a cell phone then sat down in my chair and waited.
The phone said:
‘Thank you for choosing not to leave, you will not be disappointed. Do not use the light from this phone to see around the room or the other two that are beside you. Please remove all clothing, yes all please and stand and wait for further instructions’. Text back ‘yes’ if you understand!
The message was the same on the 3 cell phones!
I got 3 yeses!
Let the hole filling begin!
I texted Tom:
‘You can fill a hole of your choosing Tom, the top one or one of the ones at the bottom. Text back which one you would like to fill in a one word answer please.
Tom texted back:
‘Top’.
I texted Jim:
‘Tom has picked the top hole which leaves two holes remaining, please chose, front or back one. Text back which one you would like to fill in a one word answer please.
‘Back’.
I texted Mary:
‘Tom pick top hole, Jim took back hole, and the last hole is the front, my favorite, if you want to continue please type back ‘yes’.
‘Yes’ she typed.
A light shone onto the holes!
Another light shone on the special tool Mary was to use.
I texted Mary:
‘Please put on’.
I texted all 3 on them!
‘Now is the time to fill the holes, enjoy and go for it’.
Tom moved towards his hole, his tool in hand and put it in. The hole wrapped around his tool, it was hot and wet, Tom liked his hole.
Jim got under his hole; he had to lube his tool on the front hole. Slowly his tool entered, it was a tight fit.
Mary put on her tool, moved towards the front hole, put it in, it also was hot and wet.
All holes were now plugged and the fillers were loving it. All 3 of them moved there tool in and out.
Tom’s tool was the first to reach its goal, his filler, filled a lot of the hole. He was done, the hole swallowed his hole filler.
Jim’s tool was working hard at the back hole, his filler emptied its fill deep into the hole, he was done.
Mary’s tool had some fill in it, my fill, deep inside the front hole, my fill was released, filling the hole, she was done.
I texted the 3 holefillers:
‘Put your clothes back on and thank you, you filled your hole, great job, on your my out the front door you will find an envelope with your name on it. In it you will find five thousand dollars. Please take it and leave phone in its place. No talking to other hole fillers as you leave my house. I need them holes filled, same time next week. Thank you for your service. Good night’.
The 3 hole fillers got dressed and left.
I turned the light, the ceiling light on and texted:
‘Are your holes filled to your satisfaction baby’?
‘Yes my love, but will have to be refilled next week’.
The top hole had some filler around it. The front and back holes were leaking a lot of its filler.
‘They will be back filling your holes sweetheart, I promise’.
‘Good, you now need a hole filled, the one you been sitting on’.
With Mary’s tool, Pam filled my hole.
The end, butt….

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Fri, 23 Dec 2016 05:34:01 UTC