THE PEANUT BUTTER GAME

THE WHOLE THING STARTED INNOCENTLY ENOUGH. Barbara and I had been going out for a couple of years; we weren't quite engaged yet but it was on the cards. I'd already moved into her place, then her company transferred her to a new office the next state over. Instead of giving up a great place, I held on to it for us, for the yet-to-be-announced happy date. In the meantime her old roommate, Naomi, moved back from overseas and she needed a place to stay. She was still on the lease, so she moved in to where I was condo-sitting.

Did I mention that Naomi is absolutely beautiful? Silky-straight black hair cut shoulder length, perfect almond shaped eyes, and a wide, bright flashing smile. She's got an all over body tan that's golden brown. Naomi is unusually well-built for a tiny little Oriental girl; a narrow waist, a tight round ass that is heaven to regard and a lovely pair of well-shaped legs. Nice, muscular thighs, pretty calves that narrow down to a pair of dainty ankles that are usually strapped into a pair of buckle-on stilettos. I'm sure her tits are no larger than 34Bs, but on her tiny body they seem to stick out like a pair of 44DDs.

Barbara and I have a great relationship. I wouldn't have considered the long-term commitment with her if she weren't the coolest one under the sun. Barbara trusts Naomi, and she trusts me. I have faith in myself, and besides Naomi and Barbara have known each other since they were kids, so blood is thicker than water. Everything was going to be on the up-and-up.

I learned about Naomi's absence of tan lines early on; and, no, I didn't peep on her like a perv or anything. I didn't have to. The condo had a rooftop sundeck suitable for solar worship. The first time I saw Naomi naked I was already up there, lying on my belly getting the sun on my ass. Naomi came up in a white terry-cloth robe, said hello and spread her towel on one of the rubber air mattress we keep up there. Then quite nonchalantly she peeled off her robe.

She was completely bare naked.

I was wearing sunglasses, conveniently enough, so I allowed my eyes to roam Naomi's uniformly tanned body; her round breasts looked like a pair of golden orbs. My eyes wandered southward; her nether hair was straight, shaved and trimmed into a dainty black triangle that narrowed to a sharp point right above her slit. I think she saw me involuntarily purse my lips out of sheer approval.

We were both adults, mature enough to handle nude sunbathing; there was nothing out of control going on. It was the most natural thing in the world to soak up some sun, au naturel.

* * *

You can only imagine the heavy vibe that started going down over the next few days. The Peanut Butter Game was an innocuous game that Naomi and I came up with as a way to cut through the incredible sexual tension that was going on in that apartment. It's a game involving playing practical jokes on each other. The rules are simple; Naomi always initiates a round, I always finish it. Other than that everything was on-limits. Everything short of full-on sexual intercourse, of course.

It was Saturday morning. I'd just got out of the shower, was standing in front of the mirror shaving with my towel wrapped around my midsection. Suddenly my towel was ripped off of me from behind and I received a sudden SNAP!!! on my ass. And it hurt! I turned to regard the perpetrator - Naomi, standing there like a mischievous Oriental imp - wearing a wide grin on her face and nothing else - all five foot three inches, eighty-five pounds of her stark naked, slinging my towel all rolled up rattail fashion. "PEANUT BUTTER GAME!" she shouted, and then she zoomed out of the room.

Oh, did I forget to mention that the game was always played in the nude? That was the only other rule . . .

I chased my tormenter out the bathroom door and down the stairs to the living room, my dick hanging out and swinging in the wind. We dodged around the sofa a couple times, which gave me a total full-frontal view of Naomi's hot body, until I charged over the sofa and finally headed her off into a corner of the room.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asked, laughing but fearful at the same time.

"I just want to ask you a couple of questions," I said. We were both breathing hard from laughing our heads off while we were running all over the place. Remember, we were both stark naked. I felt pretty exposed and vulnerable so you can only imagine how Naomi felt.

"Uh, okay," she said, waiting to see the catch. She was bent over in a semi-crouch, ready for any move; her hands were out like a wrestler's.

"You know what's worse than a hurricane?"

"I dunno. What, a typhoon?"

"A TITTY TWISTER!!!" I hollered, reaching out fast to grab and pinch her nipples.

"OOOHHH!!!" She managed to swat my hands away and then she held her tits. When she moved her hands back out to be ready for whatever was coming next I could see her tiny brown nipples were pointing out like a pair of little Chinese hats. There was a sheen of sweat on her skin that shined like a golden aura when she moved in the light of the huge bay window. I was sweating too. I could even feel the sweat building up on the sack of my balls, hangin' free and swingin' in the wind. Right down there with my Johnson, swinging back and forth while we played.

"You trick me, Dougie-san," she muttered. In her amusing Oriental accent, 'Dougie' sounded like 'Doggie'.

"Oh yeah? Hey, you know what my favorite football team is?

"I dunno?" she said. Sounded like 'I-unno?' the way she pronounced it.

"THE PITTSBURGH STEELERS!!!" I announced, reaching out to tickle her armpits.

"OOOHHH!!! YOU TRICK ME AGAIN!" she wailed, laughing as she swatted my hands away. I still had her covered from escape. She'd make a move in one direction and I'd cover her, then she'd make a try in the other and I had her covered there. There was no escape. Naomi was starting to get a look on her face like a cornered animal.

"What you gonna do, Dougie-san?"

"Nothing," I said. "We're friends. Let's shake hands." I held my hand out. Naomi regarded my hand suspiciously, sensing it was a part of the game. Of course she was right. She eventually decided to take my hand, figuring the game had to go on, I guess. She squealed when I grabbed her hand and pulled her around. Before she could react I reached down with my free hand, grabbed her by the asscrack, and jammed my thumb right up against her tight little asshole.

Naomi was up on the balls of her feet trying to escape my thumb. All her wiggling around achieved was to further impale her asshole onto my thumb. I mean, I wasn't really in there, but I was goosing her good. "OOOHHH!!! DOUGIE-SAN!!! DON'T DO THAT!!! DON'T TOUCH ME THAT PLACE!!!"

"Heh, heh. Hey, Naomi-san, you know why it's called the Peanut Butter Game?"

"Ooooohhh! Noooo!" She sounded like a wailing alley cat as she danced around on the end of my thumb. "Why it called Peanut Butter Game?"

I pulled my thumb out of her ass and wiped it under her nose. "That's why!"

"AAAHHHKKKK!!!" She really hollered this time, and I let her go as she made a beeline for the bathroom.

Like I said, I always get to finish it.

A few minutes later I poked my head into the bathroom. Naomi was leaning over the sink, her face covered in soapsuds. She stopped scrubbing like mad to look up at me from her washcloth. "I'm gonna get you, Dougie-san," she said. She had that tone of voice the Orientals use; the tone of voice that when you hear it, you know you're really going to get it.

Later, we sat on the huge leather sofas in the living room, around the TV, in our fluffy, white terrycloth bathrobes. There was a silence as we both considered what had gone down. Naomi finally spoke.

"So, Dougie-san. You like my 'backdoor', huh?" She looked over at me slyly as she asked this.

"Well, uh . . ." How do you answer a loaded question like that? I've got a normal, healthy interest in women's asses, including their assholes, like any normal, healthy man.

"You wanna go into my 'backdoor' sometime, Dougie-san?"

"Well, uh . . ." I was coming across as a dimwitted boob, I know, and playing stupid wasn't fooling this slant-eyed temptress.

"Yeah, right, like, figure the odds, round-eye! Ooooh, I'm gonna get you, Dougie-san!"

When she finally got me it was good, I gotta admit.

* * *

It was Saturday morning again. I was just out of the shower, going through my routine in front of the mirror. I knew the game was on when Naomi came into the room buck-ass naked. I looked at her face in the mirror. She had this dead-serious look on her face. "Peanut Butter Game," she said in a deadpan monotone as she yanked my towel to the floor.

There was a metallic click and then a loud buzzing, which I felt as much as I heard because Naomi was palming a vibrator the size of a small flashlight right up against my crotch, behind my ballsack. The sensations were going right up into my prostate gland and I have to admit, it felt good. When she rolled the infernal thing around my ballsack and against the underside of my dick I became instantly hard.

"Oh, you like?" she asked sweetly. She fondled my dick, rubbing the buzzing contraption all along its length. It sounded like she said "You rike?" I had to lean onto the sink for relief; the little yellow bitch had me as hard as a policeman's nightstick. "You rikee this?" she asked, rubbing the thing behind my ballsack again. "How about this, Dougie-san?" Now she was stroking my crank. I was living in hell, waiting for the hammer to come down. I didn't have to wait long . . .

"You rikee THIS? Dougie-san!!!" Naomi said with a grunt as she shoved the vibrator right up my ass. I sucked in my breath and went up on the balls of my feet. There was a filling sensation, some pressure and pain, but the buzzing and vibrating felt FANTASTIC back there. That vibrator must have been sitting right on my prostate; my dick was harder than it had ever been in my life and was point straight up at a forty-five degree angle. "OOOHHH! You RIKE!!!" she exclaimed as her eyes widened at the sight of my crank. You know how it is: to those little Oriental girls all of us round-eyes seem like Long Dong Silver.

Then Naomi pulled the vibrator out of my ass and with a quick flick of her wrist the thing was snapped off. She put her tiny hands on my crank, which was as hard as rock and quivering at her touch. "We gonna hav-a do something about this," she said. Oh yes! Oh heavens, yes! I thought, she's going to jack me off!"

Not quite. She enclosed one tiny hand about the head of my cock, then slapped down right on top of the head of my dick with the palm of her other hand. There was a POP!!! sound, and then: instant soft-on. My poor dick hung down like a limp noodle and the pain went right back to my prostate. Now I hung on to the sink to keep from collapsing to the floor.

" . . . you . . . . . . fucking . . . . . . bitch . . . " I hissed through gritted teeth.

"Oh, poor Dougie-san," Naomi said, staring down at my miserable dick. "I really hurt you." I just looked at her hard, like when and if I ever got my strength back I was going to chase her to ground and wring her fucking neck. Naomi had this concerned look on her face as she regarded my poor, deflated dick. "Maybe I better do something about that." She frowned like she was deep in thought, which looked kind of cute because she was standing there next to me, buck ass naked. "I tell you what, Dougie-san. I'm gonna give you sudsy."

I had no idea what Naomi was talking about, but when she directed me to get into the shower I was too weak in the knees to protest, even though I'd just had a shower. Maybe the hot water would help restore my manhood. Naomi left the room while I was soaking up the steam, then she returned with one of the rubber air mattresses, from up on the sun deck. She finished inflating the thing and put it down on the bathroom floor, then she took a small plastic basin and started whipping up a thick froth of soapsuds, using my special bar of shaving soap. When she had a thick lather of foam worked up she opened the shower stall and reached in to turn off the water. We were face-to-face and closer than we had ever been when naked, even though her face came to my chest. She took me in her hands and began spreading the thick soapsuds all over my dick and balls.

It didn't take long for my Johnson to begin twitching to life. I mean, here was this perfectly miniature Oriental Barbie Doll standing naked in front of me with my dick in her hand, stroking soapsuds all over it. In fact, I was just about as rock hard as I'd been a few minutes before. The fact that she was rubbing the underside of my cock up against her belly as she pressed her firm, round tits against me and sucked on my nipples didn't hurt either. For the second time that day I wondered if she was going to jack me off, but the memory of what she'd done to my hard-on a few minutes ago kept my ardor in check.

"You lie down here," she said, indicating the rubber air mattress. It sounded like she said, "You rye down heah." I lay down on the rubber air mattress, face down like she told me. My dick went between two of the cylindrical air chambers, like it was lying in the valley between Naomi's tits. Then I felt Naomi climbing on me from behind; she was straddling me, I could feel the flesh of her neatly trimmed pussy on my lower back.

Naomi proceeded use her bald pussy to rub down every square inch of my body. This was an interesting development. I wondered where it was going to lead.

"Now you turn over," she said. I did, and my front part got the same treatment.

My brain was in a state of confusion. On the one hand the sight of this beautiful naked Oriental chick sliding her smooth pussy all over my soapy body was tantalizing enough, never mind how awesome it felt. On the other hand was the still-vivid memory of how fast she'd turned off my hard-on only fifteen minutes earlier, and a nagging sense of distrust that had come out of that event. What kind of Oriental mind-game was this slant-eyed she-devil concocting now?

In the meantime my dick was getting harder than Chinese arithmetic. Naomi even rubbed her pussy along the underside of my swollen dick; like I said, everything was on-limits. Everything, except going all the way. Between her gently stroking my rod and balls with soapy lather, and now rubbing her tiny, bald clam all over my body, I was straining at the starting blocks, if you get my meaning. I began openly begging her to jerk me off: "Please, Naomi-san, please! Play with it! Please stroke me! I need to cum! I NEED TO CUM!" She wouldn't do it.

Finally she dismounted and let me up. My cock was pointing straight up in the air, at a higher angle than it had ever been since High School when I used to beat off to fantasies of my favorite cheerleaders. Naomi helped me up and led me to the shower where she rinsed me off. She toweled me off; still no relief for my poor, raging boner. Then Naomi wrapped one tiny hand around my rock-hardness and led me by the cock into her bedroom.

The curtains were drawn, not so much to keep prying neighbor's eyes away, rather for the muted effect of diffused light coming through the amber silk of the drapes. Naomi directed me to lie on the bed. We were both still naked and my cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling.

I began to experience a strange state of consciousness. I mean, sure, we'd been in each other's company naked before. But sunbathing was quite innocent. Then there was the Peanut Butter Game, but there was a kind of innocence about that, too. This was different. I was fully hard now and my erect penis was the single object of all sensory awareness in the room; it was swollen twice it's normal size, and it was RED, HOT, and THROBBING!

What happened next was totally blew my mind.

Naomi bent over and began to lick little cat-licks all up and down the entire underside of my shaft, and about the 'secret spot'; the sensitive flesh where the base of the cock joins to my ballsack.

It was torture. It was all I could do not to grab her head and impale her mouth on my rod, but I figured we were still playing it by the rules; in my tortured state I rationalized that her just licking my dick wouldn't be considered going all the way. Taking me in her mouth probably would. As I was considering this Naomi parted her lips and engulfed my cock in her mouth.

Her mouth was wet and warm as it wrapped around my cock. I would have come then and there, but as fast as she had engulfed me, she released my cock from her mouth. To my amazement I looked down to see my dick was now fully wrapped in a condom! Naomi had done that Asian whore trick where the girl wraps your dick in a condom with her mouth! I hadn't even noticed her taking one out of the wrapper.

So here I was, flat on my back with a huge, raging boner pointing up to the sky that was now tightly wrapped in a rubber. Naomi did yet another amazing thing when she straddled me and impaled her pussy on my rock-hard dick. She moved her hips back and forth once, twice and again, holding and squeezing her tits and pinching her tiny nipples. Her pussy was hot and tighter than a set of vise-grips on a walnut. Her slanted eyes went to mere slits; she moaned and sighed as she did her dance on my rod.

My cock exploded.

Later there was a long period of silence as we snuggled into one another and enjoyed the afterglow; I was staring at the ceiling, she was resting her head on my chest and staring at some point far off in space; the thousand-yard stare. I finally spoke up, "I thought we weren't supposed to go all the way?"

There was a pause, and then she replied.

"Rubber no count."

* * *

Next weekend Barbara showed up. I was happy to see her, although I couldn't figure out the dynamic that was going on between me and her, me and Naomi, or for that matter her and Naomi. There was a lot of happiness between Naomi and Barbara at seeing one another, lots of hugs and girl-kisses, but I was REALLY curious about Barbara's underlying feelings. The whole thing just seemed to me like a train wreck waiting to happen. Never mind how catty women can get; if Barbara decided to go off on me over what Naomi and I had been up to, I would deserve it. We went to bed but she was tired from a hard week and the trip up; between work and the Peanut Butter Game, I was pretty worn out, too. We had sex, but it wasn't one of the more memorable occasions, and afterward we both crashed.

Saturday afternoon rolled around and Barbara and Naomi and I went out shopping. Later I puttered about the place, doing chores. When I was finally finished with my work I went up to the roof where I was presented with the pleasant sight of not one but two beautiful ladies to feast my eyes upon. Two sets of tits, two neatly trimmed pussies to consider; Naomi's jet-black landing strip and Barbara's neatly trimmed golden pussy-fur.

I regarded the scenario laid out before me and filed it away to cherish at some future time. Then, I took my place on the sundeck, trying to appear nonchalant about it all. A little while later I cracked out a bottle of wine and the girls hung around in their bikinis while I got the grill up and running. It was a pleasant afternoon, a good stress-buster.

Later Barbara and I indulged in a better form of stressbuster that involved a lot of sixty-nine. I finally rotated her around to the normal missionary position and threw her the gaff. I rammed it home the way she likes it; Barbara is a strapping American girl and she can take it hard and fast. She clung to me, pulling me in even deeper still as I unloaded into her pussy. It was better than the night before but I felt I still wasn't at the top of my game; something was on my mind and I knew what it was. The Peanut Butter Game was somehow interfering with my love life.

Barbara got up to do her run to the bathroom. I listened to the sounds of her moving around in there; when it sounded like she was running the shower I got up to join her and we frolicked under the hot, steaming spray for awhile. I made sure her round tits were properly lathered with soapsuds and she thoroughly cleaned my cock and balls. I turned her around played with her pussy while trying to manage both of her wet, soapy, round tits with the other hand; my cock nestled sort of naturally between her wet, soapy asscheeks. I diddled her clit until she came. Round two involved us doing it up against the tiled wall of the shower stall but neither of us could come that way, so Barbara went to her knees and gave me a nice, long wet blowjob. Jacking me off to completion, she squealed in delight as I drenched her tits with gobs of my sticky, thick cum.

We got back in bed and snuggled; I was spent. I drifted into blackness and did not wake up until sometime in the middle of the night when I became aware of somebody entering the room.

In the backlight from the hallway I noticed the unmistakable silhouette of Naomi's svelte body moving into the room. She lifted the covers and slipped in beside Barbara. I lay as still as a corpse as I learned a facet of my fiancée's character that I was not previously aware of. Barbara and Naomi were embracing, rubbing their bodies together and kissing on the mouth like lovers do. Needless to say, they were both naked.

There were some muted sighs, and then their embraces evolved to a higher level. Naomi's head moved down to feast on Barbara's ripe breasts, and then moved further south to deliver sweet kisses to Barbara's Golden Triangle. Barbara's gentle sighs developed into deeper moans. I decided it was okay to stop feigning sleep and rolled over to hold Barbara. I fondled her tits, then moved down to lick and kiss her nipples as Naomi continued her work down South. Sucking and nibbling one nipple as I tickled and pinched the other was enough to send my Barbara over the edge. With an audible, "Oh! Oh! OHHH!!!" she placed a hand on the back of Naomi's head as she rode Naomi's tongue to Planet O.

Needless to say, my dick was getting quite restless by this time. Barbara held my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I gently licked her nips. I know how sensitive she is right after she comes to orgasm so I played it real gentle. It was nice just to lay there in the dark, to kiss and nibble her round breasts.

Then I felt something soft and wet on my dick. I looked down, and in the half-light of the dark room I could see Naomi looking up at me as she sucked my dick.

I experienced a strange sort of sensation, like I had a fever; it was an almost out-of-body experience. It felt as if Naomi's mouth on my cock was a great distance away; it felt almost as if some sort of mysterious undersea creature had latched onto my dick and was holding itself in place by suction. I held on to Barbara, my face against the side of her breast, and we both watched Naomi suck me off. Naomi kept eye contact for the most part, dropping her gaze now and then to brush her hair from her face, or when she held my cock with her hand and came up for air. Then she would look at us as she licked the shaft, running her tongue up and down along the underside and rubbing my cock all over her face. She parted her lips again, dropping her gaze to concentrate as she stroked me into her mouth. With a moan I came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. Spurt after spurt after spurt, she sucked me dry.

* * *

Barbara hadn't actually planned for anything to happen, but she was quite relieved the way things developed. It turned out that for the longest time she and Naomi had been more than just 'girlfriends'; more than just the "oh-how-have-you-been? Hug-hug-kiss-both-cheeks," type of girlfriends. When Naomi showed back up from overseas, Barbara was stressed on how it was all going to be, so she decided to just play it cool. Things all fell into place naturally, apparently. A lot of that had to do with Naomi's nonchalant approach to life. That, and the Peanut Butter Game.

Things have been, well, different since we became an official ménage-a-trois. There's a lot of gratuitous nudity going on with the girls, and when they're not naked it's rarely little more than bra and panties. It's probably a good thing that Barbara spends Monday through Friday the next state over; my nuts would probably fall off from having to perform in a perpetual three-way.

Naomi and I have got an unspoken agreement not to carry on without Barbara. She had me first, after all. This is probably for the best, because it gives me a chance to save up my load for the weekend when I have to satisfy not one but two horny women. A man needs some recuperation time. At the same time there's Naomi lurking around the place Monday through Friday, usually in little more than a black silk mini-kimono. That's where the Peanut Butter Game comes into play.

Like what happened Thursday.

I was back from my run, covered in sweat. I made my way to the bathroom, peeled off my gear and got under the shower. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the needles of hot, steaming water on my head, my back, the place up by the back of my neck where the muscles get tight; I was in heaven. Suddenly I became aware of the doors to the shower stall opening and before I could react a little brown arm reached in and hit the water valve.

Suddenly I was being doused in ice-cold water. "----------!!!!!" By the time I finally managed to stagger out of the arctic deluge and find a towel to dry my face, I was face-to-face with Naomi, in the nude, regarding me with those solemn Oriental eyes.

"Peanut Butter Game," was all she said.

THE GIFTING

This is a story of what happened to me my first Christmas away from home. I had just turned 19 and had just started courses at the local community college that fall. We didn't have a lot of money in my family and my parents were already working hard to make ends meet, so in order to stretch out my funds, I got a job working at a supermarket bagging and carrying out groceries. I didn't mind; my parents were already sacrificing and this was my way of pulling my weight, doing my bit. The plus side was I could afford a better car. I'd swapped my '57 Bel-Air for a souped-up '69 Chevelle SS, so this made me happy.

This was the only thing that made me happy, however. I missed those days back in high school, where I was the big football hero. I missed Tracy, a hot little cheerleader who loved to express her hero worship by giving me long, slow, loving blowjobs in the front seat of my '57 Chevy. Tracy was a cocksucking fiend, and I missed making it with her Saturday nights.

There was no shortage of beautiful young things strutting around the community college campus in their short skirts or tight jeans, walking in pairs to class with their chests way up high and firm. But for some reason the girls seemed repelled by me, and I wasn't getting any skirt action.

Even though we'd pledged eternal love to one another at the end of the school year, after Tracy had gone off to college her letters to me became less and less frequent, until at last they stopped coming altogether.

I finally accepted that Tracy had moved on; some kind of upper classman at the Ivy League school she was going to back east was making it with the hot little cheerleader I used to make it with. I was alone and miserable. I was practically crying myself to sleep at night, beating my meat to the memories of those Saturday nights with Tracy.

At the supermarket there was this one woman who used to come in and a few times I had carried her groceries to the car. Nothing out of the ordinary up to that point. She appeared to be around late thirties and wore a wedding ring. I found out later she was 45. She was very attractive for her age, a petite brunette with an olive complexion, full, firm breasts and a nice ass. Naturally I took notice; she was a welcome bit of eye-relief to help cut up the boredom and repetitiveness as I slogged through those long winter nights working at the store.

Then one evening in the middle of the week she came in and as usual I carried her groceries to the car. She thanked me. Then she squeezed my hand and from out of nowhere passed me a note.

"I am going to be alone the entire weekend and I just gave you my phone number," she whispered. "My husband is going to be out of town for a week. Give me a call this Friday evening if you are interested in the entire weekend."

I didn't know what to say. I must have looked like some kind of Neanderthal, standing there with my jaw hanging down as she got in her car and drove off. I looked at the note. All it had written on it was her number.

The more I thought about it more I thought what the heck. I had long accepted the fact that the thing with Tracy was over, and it didn't look like I was going to get involved with any of the campus chickadees anytime soon. I called the number that Friday evening. She said to meet her in the college parking lot #2 north end, at seven p.m.

I was there waiting when the lights of her car came around the bend. She got out and there was a momentary pause; it was almost as if she was thinking the thing over, or maybe sizing me up. I guess she was just as tentative about what was about to happen as I was. "OK, before we do this, there's just one thing I want to make clear," she said, nodding her head up and down like she was agreeing to a deal. "If you can't keep a secret, get back in your car and leave. Right now." She was right upfront about it.

I assured her I could be very discreet. "Good," she said. "Grab your toothbrush." I locked my car and got in her car. Not much was while she drove, just, "What's your name?" I told her, and she told me her name was Cindy, she was 45 and that was all I needed to know. She also told me she had been married for 20 years and this was the first time ever she had ever done anything like this, that she had never cheated on her husband. I learned very little else about her. "I don't want to talk about my marriage," she said. We went about fifty miles down the road to another town. When we got there she checked us into a motel.

Once inside the room she turned to face me, and for the first time I could appreciate the height difference between us. I'm six-foot-three; the top of her head barely came up to my shoulders. She was wearing this classic dress suit, and a string of pearls, even; she looked like a tiny little Barbie doll looking up at me. She gave a little shrug, like she was saying 'here goes', and before either of us had even said a word she put her arms around me and we kissed.

We kissed long and slow, a true open-mouthed soul kiss. I felt her her ample breasts pressing against me; her boobs were large, yet incredibly firm for an older woman. Then her hands started moving over the muscles of my upper arms, all up and down my chest, and our kiss turned into something more. She started sucking my tongue into her mouth, making me think that if she did it the way she kissed I was in for the fuck of my life. It wasn't any ordinary open-mouthed kiss; the girl sucked on my tongue like she was sucking cock. When we finally broke the kiss she cooed, "Ooh, I've always wanted to try it with a guy like you." I could tell she was totally hot and horny.

I started to peel off my clothes but she said, "No, I want to undress you." I shrugged and stood there, held my arms over my head while she pulled my sweater off. She was running her fingertips all over my chest; "Oh, do you work out?" she whispered. I just shrugged - I was still doing the football workout, knocking out some pushups and situps and running some miles every day, and I guess it showed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed before me, Cindy started to untuck the tank top I had on under the sweater, and that's when it came to me: it was like Christmas morning, and she was opening her presents. She undid my belt and pulled down my jeans and my boner poked forward, making a tent out of my shorts, inches in front of her face.

She placed the palm of her hand right on my bulge, grabbed my hard cock right through my shorts. She looked up at me with the most serious and intent look in the world on her face, as she put her fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down. My dick sprang right out, bold and impudent and free at last in the cool air of the room.

Cindy was staring at my cock like she was studying it, to the point where I was almost becoming embarrassed. She was still fully dressed, after all, and there I was standing fully exposed with my pants down around my thighs. She closed her eyes and there was a momentary pause, like she was giving herself permission or something. Then Cindy parted her lips and took my cock into her warm, wet mouth.

All I could do was close my eyes and groan as this beautiful, middle-aged angel worked her magic with her lovely mouth on my organ. She formed an 'O' with her finger and thumb and was stroking my cock into her mouth as her lips went up and down my pole.

Finally I could take it no more; I dropped my hands to her shoulders and tried to indicate that I was about to come, that she should release me.

"I always wanted to try that," was the first thing Cindy said once my cock was out of her mouth. This surprised the hell out of me because as far as I was concerned she sucked cock like a pro - she put my little cheerleader to shame.

"You mean you've never sucked . . .?" I stammered.

"No, honey, of course I've done THAT!" she laughed, "I've been a wife for twenty years, do you think I've never sucked a dick?" Still holding my cock in one hand, she put her hand to her face as she smiled in an embarrassed way. "What I mean is, I've never done it while fully dressed, with a totally naked guy who's young enough to be my son, in a motel room with all the lights on!" Cindy looked back at the head my spent cock where a shining droplet of pre-cum had formed, and the tip of her tongue darted out to lap it up. "Mmmm . . . " she said thoughtfully. Then she glanced back up at me with a mischievous look in her eye. "It's kind of kinky, don't you think?"

We ended up in the shower together. She enjoyed running her hands up and down my body, rubbing the soap all over me and making me hard again. Then she turned and I soaped her up. Her muscles of her back were firm, there was a nice line running down her back to the two little dimples right above her round asscheeks. I rubbed the soap up the crack of her ass as she backed toward me, then I reached around to make her breasts all slippery with soapsuds as I fondled them from behind, a nice round pair of slippery handfuls.

The showerhead was spraying hot water from behind as Cindy squirmed her back up against me like a slippery little otter. I pinched her nipples and this made her sigh, then I soaped up her flat, firm belly and moved my hands down to cup and hold her mon du Venus. I was delighted to find her pussy neatly trimmed, her natural hair cropped close into a narrow strip, she was shaved completely bald from the clit on down.

I had one arm about her full, firm breasts, the other fondling and diddling her clit. Cindy was so small she was practically like a toy in my arms; it was like playing with a sexy little doll. Cindy held onto my bicep as she melted before me; her knees were going weak and I could tell I was bringing her to orgasm as her pussy became hot and wet beneath my fingers. Finally she turned and we embraced beneath the steaming hot needles of the shower. She snuggled her hot box up against my stiffening tool as we kissed long, slow and lovingly.

We went to bed and it was my turn to go down on her. "Do you like the way I trim my pussyhair?" she asked as my face hovered mere inches above her neatly coifed mons - the girl didn't have any kind of self-confidence issues, not at all.

"MMMMMmmmmm" was all I could reply with my mouth buried in her wet slit. I lifted my face to let my tongue tickle her little hard clitty. "I like it!"

"I read about it in Cosmo, all the girls are doing it nowadays."

I did it all to her; fingers, tongue, lips on her classic bald-as-a-billiard-ball quim. Cindy thrashed about on her back and moaned, until it was almost as if she couldn't take it anymore. "Please? . . ." she begged, " . . . please? . . . fuck me now?"

I moved up and regarded my tiny little middle-aged lover beneath me. "Here honey," she said quietly, reaching into her handbag on the bedside stand. She pulled out a condom. "Let me put this on you." I sat back on my heels with my raging boner poking straight up in the air while Cindy scooted up a bit so she could tear open the foil packet. Her fingertips felt terrific as she placed the rubber on the head of my cock and unrolled it onto my shaft. Then she wiggled into place, her beautiful thighs wide apart, and reached down to part her labia guiding me in with two fingers. Her little twat was small and tight around my cock like a little clam; I could feel her hot wetness right through the rubber.

Cindy was cumming on my pole from the minute I stuck it into her. I held on to her asscheeks, gripping tight, as she thrashed beneath me like a landed trout. My face was in the pillows next to her head, muffling my roars as I came, filling the rubber with jizz. I came so hard some even leaked out the top.

Then we just lay there, connected still; it was like I was dead on top of her. Finally I lifted myself; Cindy regarded me, her hands were on my upper arms. Then I had to reach down to make sure the condom stayed on as I withdrew. I pulled the thing off and we both marveled at the amount of cum in it; I must have spurted gallons. Then I did a run to the bathroom, and when I got back she got up and it was her turn in the bathroom.

We fell asleep in each other's arms; that was it for the first night. I woke up hard and horny, and I woke her up with my boner prodding her ass. She turned around, opened her legs so she could lay there for a while with my hard meat on her inner thigh. Then she said, "I've got to go brush my teeth," and she got up went to the bathroom.

Then I went in because I couldn't hold my pee anymore. While I was taking a piss Cindy poked her head in the door and watched me urinating. I glanced up and she was smiling wide, her eyes all bright and twinkling as she watched me piss, standing there naked with my dick in my hand. I brushed my teeth and returned to find her with the sheets up to her chin and smiling at me. I could see her nipples poking through the bed sheet.

I climbed on top of the sheet, trapping her. We kissed while she squirmed beneath the sheet, rubbing her hot box up against my hard cock, trying to part her legs. When I'd finally tormented her to a state of total horniness I moved over to the side and ripped the sheet away and we made love right on top of the mattress, the bright light of the morning flooding the room. Cindy was looking down to watch as my hot steel rod drilled her pussy to the mattress.

Afterwards, after we got cleaned up, it was obvious we'd have to go out, leave the confines of our sanctuary, to get something to eat and to give housekeeping time to do up the room. We found a nice restaurant downtown in the business district and had a sumptuous feast; fucking like minks had built up an appetite, apparently.

She'd said she didn't want to talk about her marriage, but two people have got to talk, right? So she talked about it, rather, she talked about why she was doing it, why she'd passed me that note in the parking lot in the first place. "An opportunity like this comes up only once in a person's lifetime, right? And it's Christmas, so I thought this year I'd give myself a Christmas present." She paused for a moment, took a sip of coffee, looked out the large plate glass window at the goings on in the street outside, then she looked back at me. "You just lucked out," she shrugged. And then she smiled, "Merry Christmas!"

To kill a little more time we wandered around the shopping district. The streets were full of holiday shoppers. We window-shopped in front of the old-fashioned department store, then we wandered inside.

I imagine to anybody paying close enough attention it might have been obvious what was going on; a smartly-dressed business woman in the company of a much younger guy in jeans and a leather bomber jacket. I suppose we might have been taken for a mother and son, out shopping for the holidays. We didn't care what anybody thought; there was this otherworldly feel to what was going on. Nobody knew who we were and we would never see any of these people again.

Cindy selected a few items, held up a few shirts to see what they'd look like on me, but I didn't want her to buy me anything. She ended up purchasing a nice dress shirt for me anyway, something that I could get away with wearing with my jeans, though. Then somehow we ended up in the ladies lingerie department. Cindy took a skimpy black lace bra-and-panty combo off a rack and turned to me, holding the scanty garments against her body with a naughty smile all over her face. I indicated a garter belt, and Cindy scooped up that item, and a pair of stockings as well, thigh-high's, the kind with the line going up the back of them.

It was time to make our way back to the motel room.

I put on the new shirt, because Cindy obviously had a thing about undressing me. It was a nice shirt; long sleeve, button-down collar, blue Oxford strips, a classic Brooks Brothers number. I was standing in front of the mirror doing up the buttons and practically threw my neck out of joint when Cindy came out of the bathroom in her stockings-and-heels lingerie outfit. The bra and panties were made out of this sheer, see-thru material; they just accentuated her naked body, they didn't cover her in any way, and this was so sexy in such a beautifully naughty way. With her string of pearls she looked like a thousand-dollar-a-night hooker.

She sidled up to me, put her hands all over my chest, all over the new shirt as she pressed her tits up against me. Looking down, the view of her generous breasts pressing against the sheer material of her skimpy bra was making me hard. "Oooh," she cooed, "You look so handsome in that shirt, mister." She was acting the whore part, living the moment. I could feel her heat as she rubbed her hot, panty-clad pussy up against my thigh. "Mmmm, I like it," she murmured as she began undoing the buttons.

Cindy undressed me, led me to the bed, then she went down on me. I was in total heaven, kicked back with my hands folded behind my head as I enjoyed the spectacle of this glamorous vixen slurping on my cock, done up to the nines in her fabulous underwear, stockings and heels.

Making love to this beautiful woman in her fabulous underwear was a wet dream come true. I loved the look her thighs coming out of the tops of those sheer black stockings, the way her little string-sided panties accentuated her round hips. I kissed Cindy's pussy through those barely-there panties, nibbled and kissed her hard little clit until the sheer fabric of her panties was absolutely saturated. Then I pulled them off and tossed them aside and gave her wet pussy the tongue ride of her life. When we did it she wrapped those stocking clad legs around mine and hung on for dear life. I sank my fingers into her soft, round asscheeks and when I came I roared like a lion.

I don't think I have ever met any woman who enjoyed it as much as Cindy did. She was a total nympho; she couldn't seem to get enough of my cock. She literally sucked me and fucked me sixty ways to Sunday. "I want to do it all, Sean," she explained. "I want to make up for twenty years of being good, I want to have something to remember when I get old." We did sixty-nine, she even let me cum in her mouth; in fact I was beginning to worry if I could even keep up with her. We spent the entire weekend in bed except for when we went out to get something to eat.

Early Sunday evening we drove back. Pulling into the college parking lot, Cindy turned to me and said, "I want to thank you for a wonderful weekend." Then she added, "Merry Christmas, Sean," and we kissed like we did the first time; long, slow and lovingly.

I got out of the car and Cindy drove off, and that was the last I saw of Cindy, the rest of that winter. She stopped coming to the store where I worked. The holidays came and went with something definitely missing, not seeing Cindy, or even knowing where she was.

POINT of VIEW of THREE . . . Chapter 01

Bill's Story


My name is Bill. I'm thirty-five, and I've been happily married to my wife Sherry for ten years now. Just recently, however, I've finally accepted that I'm totally in love/lust with my own sister, Erica.

This is the story of what transpired within our marriage when Erica came to stay with us over the holidays. I'm quite sure Sherry suspects something, but there's no way she has any idea just how far Sis and I have gone in the past. In any case, all of us just avoid talking about it.

It really all started years ago when Erica and I were both still teenage kids. Although she was older than me, we were very close. Erica would change clothes with her bedroom door open. Our rooms were across from each other and when our doors were open I could see straight in her room. It seemed that Sis always waited till I was in my room to do this, and it was obvious that she knew I could see her.

At her young age Erica was slim and beautiful with long, blonde, silky straight hair. Almost fully developed at the time, she looked like Heidi Klum, complete with fabulous tits and a nice round ass. She was absolutely gorgeous and so of course I looked.

Sometimes when Erica changed her clothes she would just run around her room naked for a long time. Our parents always seemed to be out shopping or something when she did this.

The thing with Sis soon transferred to the bathroom. She started having to use the bathroom when I was taking a shower or a bath. I would pull the shower curtain across but it was impossible to close it all the way. It was open just enough for Erica to look at me through the mirror while she brushed her teeth or did her hair.

It was totally obvious Erica liked looking at me naked in the shower, so eventually I started to put on a show for her while she watched. I would clean my cock and balls extra well. One morning she was topless, so I started stroking myself to the sight of her young breasts. Erica smiled her approval as I stroked my hard cock into a fistful of suds, so I went for it. I started making these grunting and moaning noises as I got close to cumming. It was fun to share this with my sister.

Things went on for about six months. Then, one day after doing her usual thing in her room, taking her clothes off and showing herself off to me, Erica walked into my room stark naked. This drove me crazy, and I jacked off after she left the room.

One time after letting me watch her undress in her room with her door wide open, Erica walked in my room again. This time I couldn't wait for her to leave; I ripped my clothes off to show her how badly my huge, raging boner needed to cum right then and there.

Erica's eye's went wide when she saw my hard cock pointing right at her naked body. "Lie down, brother, let me help you with that," she smiled. Then she sat on the side of the mattress right next to me and put her soft hand on my hard, hot tool.

I couldn't believe how beautiful my sister looked just then. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her beautiful body; her perfectly formed breasts, the small triangle of golden fur at the juncture of her thighs, the curves of her body from her impossibly narrow waist to the roundness of her wide hips.

For some reason I couldn't stop looking at her lovely, round breasts; they poked almost straight out with the incredible firmness of a young woman's breasts, they were perfect in every way. Erica's lovely nipples seemed to be looking right back at me as I stared in wonder. It didn't take long until I spurted loads of hot cum all over her wrist and hand.

After that it became an almost regular thing. Erica would sit there naked and smile while she stroked my cock. She had the most incredibly gracious look of giving on her face, like she somehow received pleasure herself, simply from the act of jacking me off.

One time Erica jacked me off every night for a week. She would always giggle and laugh when I came, spurting hot cum all over the place. Then she'd leave my room and go get dressed.

I didn't feel guilty about any of this at the time, and I don't now. We were kids, it was the kind of thing that goes on between kids. Besides, it's not as if we were doing it or anything. That would have been wrong, and dangerous, besides. We were just fooling around.

My sister is still very beautiful, and right now she's staying with us for the holidays. I don't know if it's my imagination or not, but she seems to keep giving me this nasty little grin.

It's like she likes to tease me. Since Erica's been at our home it's like she's has been giving me little "peeks". She wears these short skirts and I'm always wondering if she's wearing anything else, underneath.

My wife's work schedule keeps her gone a lot and Sis and I end up by ourselves alone at home. Erica always seems to spend a lot of time lounging around in her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. There's this white silk mini kimono she wears, and it's obvious she doesn't always wear a bra. I always look to catch a glimpse as she's leaning over. That and the sight of her round butt under the short, short hem of her mini kimono when she's walking around the house; of course it's driving me nuts.

The other day I encountered Erica in the hall after she got out of the tub, she walked past me in just her towel. Moments later Erica appeared in the living room wearing her slinky, silky mini-kimono robe.

Erica sat down on the couch across from me and began painting her toenails, so it was completely natural that she had one leg up. I couldn't help but notice the tiny, tight pair of panties she had on; those tiny, short type they call 'boy shorts' that are so popular these days.

Sissy was basically offering me a perfect cameltoe shot of her cooter, completely outlined in the thin material of her almost sheer panties. I couldn't help getting a hard-on just sitting across the room talking to her. I mean, her panties were so tight and translucent they looked like they were just painted on. After Erica got up and went to her room I had to go and jack off.

I knew Erica was listening at the door while I did this, I could see her feet in the light coming beneath the door. I know she is my sister but it's like she has this power over me. It's like she can make me do that any time she likes.

All I want now is for the situation to open up. I would like Erica to let my wife "accidentally" see her naked. In my fantasies my sister is lying out naked and fingerfucking herself for me while Sherry sucks my cock. Hell, I'd be satisfied with just jacking off while my sister and my wife played with themselves and each other. Oh, how I would love that.

I'm quite sure Sherry suspects something, but there's no way she has any idea just how far Sis and I have gone in the past. In any case all of us just avoid talking about it.

I know that I'll love everything about my sister and lust for her for the rest of my life, and for this reason I don't feel there's anything wrong about the way I feel, these forbidden wants and desires . . .

To be continued . . .

POINT of VIEW of THREE . . . Chapter 02

Erica's Story


I guess I want to start out by saying that I like jacking guys off. It started when I was very young. One day I walked over to my girlfriend's house, but when I got there my girlfriend's brother said she had gone to the beach with her mom. He was playing pool with two of his friends and smoking weed, and I ended up getting really fucked up. They started talking about sex and stuff and then one of them dared me to fuck them. I said, "Hell, no!" but they kept on till I agreed to give them all handjobs.

The thing with my baby brother started happening around this time, shortly thereafter. It was one of those things that just sort of happen; it's what siblings do. I know he still thinks about it and remembers, I know he's always horny as hell. I just don't talk about it and I think it's something we should forget about.

Now I'm almost forty and I still love to jack guys off. I think it's a control thing; I've kept a lot of guys happy that way, on dates . . . no fucking or nothing else, just handjobs.

I love my family with all of my heart and I'd do anything for them. However, I have been hiding a secret from everyone, and I'm not sure how much longer I can do this.

After I left home I had a boyfriend, we were living together for a while. Then he cheated on me at a Chinese massage parlor. I know what goes on in those places; it's called a 'happy ending'.

It occurred to me that those massage parlor women get paid good money for jacking guys off. Well, I like jacking guys off; here was a good way for me to get revenge on my boyfriend. The rest, as they say, was history.

They liked me at the massage parlor. As you can imagine, I was very popular. You know, a fair blonde amongst all those Oriental girls. Incredibly enough the girls weren't jealous or mean or anything. It was like they were enchanted by my looks, and they were very friendly.

When I say friendly, I mean the Chinese girls were VERY friendly; during my time at the massage parlor they taught me that sometimes the company of women is preferable to the company of men. The Oriental girls referred to this way of pleasure as 'lady love'. The only discord my presence seemed to cause was the eager competition amongst them to share 'lady love' with me.

I worked as a 'masseuse' for a year, until the boyfriend and I inevitably split up. Then my motivation for being part of the sordid massage parlor scene died; payback was no longer an issue. So I moved up in the world and signed on with an upscale escort agency.

I've been working as a high-class escort ever since. The money is nice, but it's honestly not about the money. I like the feeling of being needed, of being desired. My family lives in another state, and I've never felt like they've truly needed me before.

With my clients I have my four regulars and I sleep with them each at least once a week. They are all married, professional men between the ages of thirty to fifty. The benefit of being upscale and knowing my clientele is I can treat them right, give them the "full girlfriend experience".

There is one client in particular, however, that I've come to truly care about. I love seeing him every week. He was my first client, and also the youngest, and he really means a lot to me. He buys me all kinds of gifts, takes me on business trips with him, romantic dinner dates, etc. With him it's not all about sex. I'm in love with him and I know he feels the same way. We've even talked about getting together. He's willing to give up his family for me on the condition that I quit escorting.

I'm very confused and I'm not sure at all what to do. I'm torn between my client and The Life. My family thinks I'm as pure as the wind driven snow. I think I'd like to go with the guy, but if I did that I'd be falling for one of my 'business fucks', and I always told myself I'd never end up doing that.

This was my state of mind when my little brother Bill and his wife Sherry invited me to come and stay with them over the holidays; a permanent case of the hornies and a state of confusion. For some reason it didn't surprise me at all the way things eventually turned out . . .

POINT of VIEW of THREE . . . Chapter 03

Wife Sherry's Story:


I'm thirty-two, I am an attractive woman, and I know it. My husband is very good looking, a professional, athletic and very nicely hung, thank you very much. I know my husband loves me and worships me, but somehow I always think I have to prove something to him. I have low self-esteem. I think this is because I was sexually abused by my stepfather ever since I was a young girl.

My husband doesn't know about the sexual abuse I went through, but it hasn't made any difference to our married life. I guess because I got used to my step-dad making me get him off sexually, this makes me willing to do anything to please my husband. And when I say anything, I really do mean anything. I think we have a pretty good married life.

I try to do things most husbands only dream of their wives letting them do; I wear stockings and heels for him, I masturbate in front of him and talk all slutty, like, "Please fuck me? Please fuck my pussy?" I suck his cock, a lot, actually, sometimes to completion. I let him cum on my face and on my tits, just like the girls in the porno movies; it's no big deal for me.

Then there's his sister, who's visiting us right now. Erica is gorgeous and has a nice pair of round, firm breasts that I know for a fact my husband likes to look at. I have pert pair of my own; they're not as big as Erica's but they're still in the C-cup league. I am nice looking, but next to my sister-in-Law even Cindy Crawford is a total dog.

I work in the office of a family-owned company. I frequently go to work wearing these short, tight business suits, and I rarely wear panties underneath; nothing at all above my thigh-hi stockings. At first I did this because Hubby wanted me to. It turns him on, you know, letting him think his wife is such a slutty girl, but over time it started turning me on, knowing I turned everyone else on.

I thought I loved my job, until this day anyway. I had to cancel out of a meeting to drive some papers out to a client at the airport because my boss the office manager forgot to give them to him. It was raining cats and dogs and there was a lot of traffic; the whole thing took me all day.

After I got to the client at the airport I swung back around to the office and nobody was there but my boss. Well, we began a shouting match in his office, with me calling him everything under the sun. Then somehow I was caught in between the desk and him. He looked at me, lifted me onto his desk and kissed me. I was shocked, I didn't respond nor did I reject. I could feel him grappling with his hand down below between us. Then he pulled up my skirt and of course I wasn't wearing any panties.

I asked what in the hell was he doing and he replied, "You're such a cockteasing slut all the time, well this time I'm really going to give it to you once and for all." Then he pulled out his cock. Well I couldn't protest too much because it occurred to me that the way I'd been dressing I'd been asking for it.

He pushed his cock deep inside of me, with each thrust releasing pent up anger. Thinking I was somehow getting him back I would clamp down as hard as I possibly could onto his cock when he was deep inside of me and keep it this way until he had all but fully withdrawn. This was like some sort of muscle relaxation as the more he fucked me and the more I clamped onto his cock the more the rage was leaving me until I began orgasming - it had been such a long time since I had such a full vaginal orgasm.

He shot off a huge load deep inside of me. I don't know why but I hopped off the desk and knelt in front of him in the most submissive position possible and I began sucking his cock - I guess I was overwhelmed. After worshipping his cock with my mouth he came again and I swallowed what I could. To this he put his cock back into his pants and began walking away saying "now don't ever speak to me like that again bitch, you'll take it when I want you to, 'cause I know you want it too!"

I felt so cheap at that moment and that night when my husband came home he asked me how work went, and I told him that my fucking boss didn't give some papers to his client, so I had to go out to the airport and that I'd missed my big important meeting. Bill asked what that meant, me missing the meeting? I simply said, "Well, I guess you can put it this way; I have been screwed."

Somehow, after saying that to my husband I didn't feel so shameful anymore. Just sleazy, but in sleazy in a good way.

POINT of VIEW of THREE . . . Chapter 04

Bill, continued:


Somehow we made it through another year's holidays. Having Erica over turned out to be a good thing, she and Sherry got along well, and despite this weird vibe that was going down in the atmosphere around us things were just hunky-dory as far as I was concerned. Sis went back home without things ever coming to a head, if you know what I mean.

Then a couple of weeks later I got a call from Erica. She wanted to pull up her roots and move back to our state. She said she missed the family, she liked the way we seemed to have everything going on in the old home town and everything. I was happy that Sherry was on with the idea; she and Sis seemed to get on like a house on fire, and naturally I was okay with the idea. We agreed to put her up for a while until she got her feet back on the ground.

Well things seemed to pick up real fast from where they'd left off during the holidays. The other afternoon Erica was in the bath, and I had to go real bad. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore, so I told her, "I'm coming in! Just keep the shower curtain closed." But the shower curtain was open just enough and I could see Sis in the mirror. I could practically see her entire naked body, but it didn't look like she was looking at me.

I finished pissing, then while I was shaking it I started getting hard so I started stroking myself to the sight of my sister's hot body. Just when I was about to cum my sister saw me! I got real embarrassed and quickly started trying to stuff my now-rigid cock back in my pants.

But instead of getting mad, Erica said, "No, no, it's okay, it's okay . . . continue . . . " She let me jack off to the sight of her lying there, totally naked in the bathtub. She was holding her breasts, cuddling her breasts in one arm; her other hand went under the suds, between her legs, while she watched me "finish up".

After this episode in the bathroom Erica said she didn't want to talk about it and that I should forget about it. Later, however, she began this habit rubbing up against me. She was playing it off like it was normal, but I know my wife considered what she was doing was totally inappropriate.

Then one afternoon I was able to get off work early. I expected Erica to be at home; her car was in the driveway, but the house seemed empty when I called out. Then I heard some noises coming from the other side of the house.

I wandered down the hall to investigate. Erica's door was open slightly. It was perfect; from where I stood in the darkened hallway I had a perfect view of my sister lying on her bed with her legs apart, naked but for a tiny pair of white silk panties. Her hand was between her legs; she was masturbating through her panties.

I became instantly hard in my trousers as I watched Erica's fingers lightly brush across her nipples, already stiff and poking straight up. She played with her panties, pulling them tautly against the outside of her pussy, then slipped a hand inside them to stroke her lips.

There was no way I could tear my eyes away from the spectacle playing out before me. I was peeping on my sister, but there was no shame involved; I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. I was transfixed into an almost trance-like state. It was like my feet were cemented to the ground.

As I continued to watch, Erica removed her panties. Her fingers dallied over her clit as her other hand continued playing with her nipples. By now I had my hand deep in my pocket. I was fondling myself through my trousers as my sister played with her naked pussy, stroking her wet opening. Her body began moving as she rubbed her clit in small, fast circles.

As Erica's excitement built up she grasped at the bedsheets beside her. Her fingers groped frantically amongst the sheets until she retrieved a vibrator; a slim, cream-colored plastic number. She used her sextoy to continue stimulating her pussy. Diddling her clitoris with one hand, she rubbed the buzzing dildo all over her wet pussylips and even probed her tight little puckered asshole, bringing herself to a wild climax.

By now I was nearly cumming in my shorts. I guess it was the sound of the cloth moving as I stroked my pole through my trousers, or maybe it was the way I drew in my breath at the sight of my sister having an orgasm; suddenly Erica's eyes opened wide open and she looked me right in the eye! I was busted, standing there in the hallway playing pocket pool with myself. I abruptly stopped jacking off, naturally, but it was too late; my cock was spurting gooey stuff all over the inside of my pants.

I sure as hell wasn't going to turn around and bolt out of there; that would be too obvious. But it was also obvious what had just happened; I had my hand in my pocket, holding my hard cock, looking right at her as she played with herself. Sissy just put her knees together and rolled her hips to one side. She didn't have a shocked or embarrassed look on her face or anything; she just smiled at me. She might as well have blown me a kiss, or given me a wink and a little wave goodbye.

POINT of VIEW of THREE . . . Chapter 05

Bill again:


It wasn't even a week after being busted in the hallway that it finally happened. Sherry was at work; I'd been working the night shift. I can never sleep through the middle of the day after the night shift awoke, so I'll do anything to get myself to drift off. In this instance I awoke with a hard-on after sleeping for about an hour, so I decided to masturbate. Like, maybe it'll help me get back to sleep, right?

I was stroking myself to the memory of my beautiful sister's naked body. Then, about halfway through, I became aware that someone was right outside my door; I could see shadows in the crack of light coming from beneath the door. I knew it had to be Erica. The thought of my dear, sweet sister listening in while I pleasured myself made my dick grow even harder, and I quickened the pace of my strokes.

Then the door opened, and Sis quietly moved into the room. She was wearing her mini-kimono. In the dim light coming through from the half-open door behind her, the light-colored satiny material was practically see-thru. I could make the outlines of her naked body; her narrow waist and her fabulous hips, and of course her lusciously long legs, all the way from the floor up to her bare ass.

"It's OK, brother. It's OK," she said, smiling graciously as she sat on the edge of the bed. The front her garment was undone, it fell open and my sister's luscious round tits were only partly covered. Then she put her hand on my cock.

I was a little scared, to say the least, but the thrill of re-living our forbidden pleasure raced through my veins. The touch of her hand was cool and soft on my rod. I just lay back and let her gently stroke me. As her hand went up and down on my pole, the silky fabric of her robe fell away to fully expose her incredible tits.

As I stared in disbelief at my sister's beautiful pair it was just like the good old days all over again. My sister's breasts are incredibly firm, unbelievably so for a woman of her age. And yet there they were in all their glory; poking straight out, capped by a lovely pink pair of impudent nipples. Her tits jiggled nicely in sync with her arm movements as her hand moved up and down on my pole.

Erica smiled at me as she stroked me. With her lovely blonde hair falling all around her shoulders, she looked like an angel from heaven. Then Sis did something that I never expected in a million years. As she moved forward and bent over, I thought this can't be happening!!! And yet it was. I must have died a thousand deaths as my sister placed her velvety soft lips on the head of my hard, hot cock.

Her mouth felt incredible on my cock, so warm and wet. Her hand was still stroking up and down my shaft; she was jacking me off into her mouth.

My big sister was sucking me off! I could only look on in wonder; my absolutely beautiful, angelic sister was sucking me off! She sucked me and stroked me into her mouth until the head of my cock felt like it was going to explode.

And yet, throughout the entire duration of Erica's fantastic blowjob, the taboo aspect of it all was in the back of my mind; I mustn't let myself cum in her mouth; there was no possible way I was going to allow myself to cum in her mouth . . .

I tried as hard as I could to practice total penile control, but there was an almighty surge. She must have felt my dick grow larger in her mouth because she started to lift her face off my cock. Despite this, and despite my best of intentions, I suddenly shot off my first spurt right into her open lips! Bless her heart, Erica continued jacking me off while I came all over the back of her hand; there was glistening goo all over her lips and chin.

Erica stroked me off until my dick was a deflated piece of meat. Then she looked up at me and smiled a naughtier smile this time, like we'd just been caught with our hands in the cookie jar or something. She lifted her free hand to wipe her face, then looked at all the cum on the back of her hand and kind of shrugged. Then she licked up a gob of my goo.

While I looked on in absolute disbelief, my sister rolled her eyes as if deep in thought. Finally she spoke. "You need to eat more oranges," she simply stated.

Then Sis looked down at my midsection. She looked at all the shiny jizz that coated her wrist and the back of her hand. She stood up, holding her hand carefully so as not to sling gobs of goo all over the place as she shrugged off her mini-kimono. She used the slinky garment to wipe her hands clean, then tossed it on the floor.

For a moment my lovely, angelic sister stood before me almost as if she were striking a pose. Erica was utterly magnificent in her nudity, just as I always remembered her. Then she lay down next to me on the bed.

At first we just held each other, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. I whispered how much I enjoyed being alongside her. Then she said she was so hot, so she lay back. Just like they say about Mount Everest, because they were there I started to kiss and suck her firm nipples.

As I sucked her nipples, Erica began to roll around. She spread her legs. Then she placed her hand on mine and in a quiet whisper she implored me, "Please, Brother . . . please touch . . . my pussy?"

My hand was shaking like a leaf as I moved it down her naked body, like I barely had power over it. But when I placed my hand on her hot little cunt I was in control again. Her seam was shut tight, but there was a smoldering heat coming from within. Her pussylips needed to be stroked and teased open.

Her clitoris poked right up like a ripe lovebutton, so I began tracing my fingertips back and forth across it - I was tickling my sister's clit. Erica responded by moving her hips about. She threw her head back as she enjoyed the attentions of my mouth and fingertips on her nipples and clit.

Then my Erica sighed, "Please, Brother . . . please . . . lick my pussy?"

I didn't even balk this time. One last kiss to her nipples and I began moving my mouth down south, kissing my way down her firm, flat belly. When I reached her golden curls I took a deep sniff of her scent, then my face was on her bald quim. It was obvious we were way beyond the point of no return.

As I licked her clit and sucked her pussy, Erica rolled around on her back, squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples. I got her off twice; I could tell because her sweet lovejuices flooded my mouth, twice. After about ten or so minutes of her total nympho behavior I was aroused again.

Sis looked down at my hard cock, then back up at me. There was something in the look in her eyes that made me move back towards her, move my cock closer to her. She put her hand on it, put her fingers around it. Then she moved her hips and spread her legs out real wide. Her open, wet pussy was aimed straight at my hard, hot meat.

"Go ahead, Brother," she whispered, eyes closed, "It's okay . . . it's okay . . . I want you . . . I want you to . . . put it in . . . Go ahead . . . fuck my pussy . . ."

As I knelt between her thighs Erica held my cock and put the head right on her hot, wet pussylips. I was really hesitant; as the head of my dick pressed against her hot, pulsating vagina I only pushed in real slowly, so as to give her time to push me away. Instead of pushing me away, Erica made me give it to her. She wrapped her legs around my hips and she drew me fully into her wet pussy.

Something came over me as she let me fuck her; the thought that I was fucking my own sister wouldn't leave my mind. I could no longer bring myself to enjoy the vision of Erica's beautiful naked body, for now I was defiling it. I couldn't bring myself to look down at what was going on, and for the most part Erica kept her eyes closed.

Instead I just held on and enjoyed the feeling of my sister's incredible body moving beneath me, in sync with my thrusts. Even when I put my mouth on hers, we both kept our eyes closed. It was like we were both enjoying the pleasure of breaking taboo by putting the shame aside.

Then Erica opened her eyes for a moment and as I caught her glance an unspoken agreement passed between us; we were committing the greatest sin. The thought pervaded my mind as my cock moved in and out of Erica's wet cunt: I'm fucking her! I'm fucking her! I'm fucking my big sister!

Then I started fucking my big sister like an animal gone hogwild, and I could tell Erica was enjoying every minute of it. I felt the pressure build up in the head of my cock, but as I was starting to cum she asked me not to cum inside. Instead she had me cum on her tits while she held them up for me.

That was just the first night. We did it again the next day, and then the next, and then it became a sort of a regular thing. Neither of us has ever spoken about what's going on.