"What do you mean, you can't feel her, Amy?"

"She's not there, Daddy, she's gone, I can't feel her! What's happened to her?"

Amy was starting to get hysterical. The solid rock of my life, her and Victoria, and she was falling apart right in front of me. Might as well get this over with; it was not going to get any easier.

"Amy, honey, I'm so sorry, Cindi was killed in a car accident a little while ago." I managed to get it out without breaking down too badly. I had to be strong for my little girl.

Strangely, Amy actually calmed down some when I told her. She hugged me tight, with her head buried in my chest.

"I was afraid something like that happened," she mumbled. "Oh god, Daddy, what am I going to do now?" she wailed heartbrokenly.

"We have to get to the hospital, honey. I have to check on Mom. She was in the accident too, and I have to see how she is doing."

Instantly, the caring, sympathetic Amy kicked in.

"Daddy. Mommy's OK." I just looked at her. Now was not the time to ask her how she knew that.

I saw Katie run out of the house towards us. She had tears running down her face. She hugged us both.

"I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Katie asked.

"No. Something has come up. I have to take Amy home."

"She's not going to come back tonight, is she?" Katie asked.

"No, Honey, I'm afraid not."

"I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, and ran back to the house. It wasn't until much later that I realized what she had said, and what she had not asked.

I got Amy into the car, and drove to the hospital. We were taken into a private room off to the side. A doctor and nurse joined us immediately. Then a state trooper came in to join us. Amy and I were sitting on an exam bed; she was leaning into me and I had my arm around her. She was crying softly, her eyes closed.

I asked the doctor how Victoria was and the police officer what happened. They looked questioningly at Amy, then back to me.

"Amy, honey, do you want to go lay down in the other room while I talk to these men?"

"NO! I'm not leaving you! Please don't leave me alone," she begged, her eyes pleading with me. I looked at them and nodded to go on.

"Your wife is doing well. Some impressive bruising, a few contusions, and some burns on her hands, but all in all, in very good shape. We will probably keep her overnight, but she can go home tomorrow." He seemed relieved that he could give me some good news, at least. "I think once you hear what the policeman has to say, it will be unnecessary to explain about your daughter." He looked pointedly at Amy, who seemed to be ignoring us, just holding onto my arm as if I were going to disappear.

"Your wife was driving through an intersection on what was apparently a green light for her, when a dump truck ran the red light at a high rate of speed and broadsided her car on the passenger side." I felt dizzy and nauseous. In a low voice, he continued, "Your daughter never felt a thing, never knew it was coming. Accident reconstruction says she was looking at your wife and laughing when it happened. She never knew anything. The driver of the truck was killed. It caught fire and burned after the accident. Your wife burned her hands trying to pull him out to save him." They seemed impressed with her heroism. I snorted. They looked at me strangely. I did not tell them that it was likely Victoria tried to pull him out so she could kill him for killing her baby. "It was likely he was already dead before the fire anyway; preliminary evidence indicated he was dead drunk."

Well, at least my baby did not suffer. You have to take the silver lining where you can get it.

I took Amy upstairs to see Victoria. She was sitting in her room, a blank, desperate look on her face. She did not even notice when we walked in. She looked up when I said her name, and I shivered at the haunted, dead, sad look in her eyes. 'I am so sorry, Victoria' my mind cried.

She stood up, and instantly I had two crying, sobbing young ladies in my arms, as Victoria and Amy cried their hearts out. Yeah, I cried some too, but I tried to be strong for my girls.

"It was my fault," Victoria cried, "I took a shortcut so I could get home to you faster. If I had gone the regular way..." She sobbed brokenly.

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Vickie." I said, emphasizing the name.

She looked up at me in surprise. I had only called her Vickie once before, shortly before we were married. We had had our first, and I think only, argument, on a subject I was not flexible on. Afterwards, she admitted she was wrong when we made up (I don't think she really believed that, she just knew when to quit on that subject) and we agreed that if she was ever being a complete ass, I would call her Vickie.

She smiled faintly and squeezed my hand.

We were in a lull during the crying when a police officer type came in. He reminded me of the jerk, Cop #1. He said he had some questions to ask.

"I'll answer them tomorrow," Victoria stated flatly.

"No. Ma'am, we need to talk about them now. It will only take a few minutes. Now, if you will excuse us..." he said to me. What rock did this ass crawl out from under? The first time I ever heard that tone of voice from Victoria, I knew better than to argue with her. In addition, excusing me from the room? With that attitude, and the present mood Victoria was in, I had no doubt who was coming out of that room alive. Victoria and Amy, almost as one, jerked their heads around and looked at him. Ever hear the terms "Eyes on fire", "Eyes ablaze", or "Flames shooting out of their eyes"? I have seen it now. I had not seen that look on either one of them before, and I certainly did not want to find out right now what it meant. I realized I now had a side bet. Which one of them would kill him first.

I put my hand on his arm. "This is a really bad time. She said she would answer the questions tomorrow. We will see you then. Thank you for coming," I dismissed him politely.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to..."

I tightened my grip on his arm and started moving him to the door as I saw both Victoria and Amy start to get up.

"I don't think you heard me or the lady correctly. No. Now get out of this room while you still can."

There we go. He saw Victoria's face. His eyes widened, and he left, quickly.

"Thank you." Victoria hugged me. "One of these days I need to do something about this temper of mine." I don't think she realized what Amy I had noticed long ago - her temper only showed up when the situation involved the well-being of the girls. I smiled weakly at her.

"That's ok, honey. I'm desperately looking for someone to beat the shit out of too."

She looked stricken. Amy looked up, eyes softening too. "Oh, God, honey, I forgot all about you. I'm so sorry, Patrick." That was a sign of how upset she was. She never calls me by my name. She and Amy came over and held me this time. Amy whispered in my ear.

"It's ok to cry, Daddy. Really, it is." I just couldn't, not much.

I decided we would sleep in the hospital room that night, all three of us. I talked to the head nurse and the doctor, and told them that we were not to be disturbed, for any reason, protocols be damned, unless we called for them. Then I called Chief Haskin, told him about the accident, and asked him to keep his people away from us tonight. I told him about the busy body that had already showed up, that I didn't know what Victoria would do in the mood she was in if someone showed up, and Amy was just as bad. I heard his intake of breath, as he no doubt remembered Amy disarming one of his officers and the rumors he had heard and things he suspected about Victoria, and he assured me no one would be there unless we called.

We got ready for bed. I had grabbed a nightgown for Victoria and Amy before I left the house, plus a few other things. Amy looked a little uncomfortable, and finally, she and Victoria whispered in the corner. Amy went into the bathroom while Victoria came over to me.

"She thought we might want to be alone for awhile, for some special time," Victoria explained. "I told her we wanted our little girl next to us all night long." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes pleading with me.

"I agree. I don't know if you have noticed this yet, but she is deathly afraid of being alone. I don't want her alone tonight."

Amy came back in, and looked nervous. I went up to her, hugged her, then picked her up and carried her over to the bed. I laid her down, then Victoria and I got on either side of her and sandwiched her in the ultimate snuggle. Amy clung to me all night long. If I had to get up, she whimpered, and then clung to Victoria. When I came back, she clung to me again. I think she cried almost the whole night. I held her and told her we loved her again. That's all I told her. I knew it would never be all right for any of us ever again. I did not see how it ever could be. Once again, I was wrong. Sometimes I really get sick of being wrong, but this time I was glad I eventually was wrong.

The next two weeks were the worst times we have ever had, the worst I could ever envision it could be. If it gets worse than that, I do not want to be here.

Amy slid downhill very spectacularly during those two weeks. The first three days, I expected it. She had lost her twin sister and best friend, for heavens sakes. After a day or two, Victoria and I started to get back to normal. You have to. You do not forget, but you have to; you have to cook, clean, wash, plan a funeral, talk to relatives. After three days, you just have to start acting normal again because you have no more energy to grieve. I always wondered how people in interviews a week after a loved one died talked normal and did not cry. Now I understood. I was not out of energy due to grieving; that would come later. I always took a long time to react emotionally to things. And this was so big. However, I was out of energy, just trying to help and be there, do things for my girls.

The funeral was a mess. Everyone showed up. There were so many people to talk to. I have always hated funerals, but this one was the ultimate. One thing Amy and I agreed on - we refused to go up and see Cindi in the casket. I would remember her from the last night we spent together, or in many other ways, not as a lifeless doll lying in a box. I was afraid if I heard someone say that classic line "Oh, doesn't she look so natural, just like she's asleep", I was going to say, "No, actually she looks just like she is dead!" I spent my time comforting Amy, and to a lesser extent, Victoria. However, every time I approached Victoria, she shortly sent me back to Amy. She said Amy needed me more.

Finally, it got too much for Amy, and she fled the room, crying. I went after her, and found her sitting on a bench, knees pulled up to her chin, arms around her legs, crying. I sat with her, and held her. I didn't know what to say, and she didn't seem to want any conversation. We never went back in.

They had sort of a memorial service in the school gymnasium. The whole gym was packed full. Knowing how upset Amy was, they did not string it out too long. Someone did get a reaction out of her, though. Towards the end, Katie walked up to the microphone. She said she had a special tribute for Cindi and Amy. She was the only one that included Amy too. She then sang, a capella, the most beautiful rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings I have ever heard. It was a special favorite of mine, because it was the song Victoria picked to be sung to me at our wedding. No one even knew she could sing. She had the most beautiful, clear, bell-like soprano voice I have ever heard. When she got to the line, "Did you ever know that you are my hero?" she looked right at Amy and the empty chair that was there for Cindi. There was not a single dry eye in the place. When she was done, Amy, who had not moved during the entire ceremony, got up, walked over to Katie, and hugged her, thanking her. They then held hands as they went to sit down. Amy insisted she sit in the chair set there for Cindi and they sat together the rest of the program. Pretty good for someone Amy never really liked. She reached her when her loved ones could not. As long as someone did.

After that, it got really bad. Amy wouldn't eat. She couldn't sleep at night. She stayed up almost all night, watching TV. Mindless trash she never watched before. Then she would spend all day sleeping in my arms or on my lap. She wouldn't take a bath for days. She insisted on staying in physical contact, or at least in the same room with one of us at all times. This went on and on. Even worse, she turned snotty. The anti-Amy was here. She would tell us to mind our own business, yell at us, or worse, the biting sarcasm. She wasn't teasing now. She had turned into the nasty 13 year old we had always hoped we would not get. The only things that kept me from laying her across my lap and paddling her obnoxious little butt was the knowledge of what she was going through, and the look deep in her eyes that told me she hated what she was doing, but she just couldn't help it. The feeling that there was something going on here that we did not know about; that I was missing something important constantly plagued me.

Victoria and I were so worried, we started keeping an unofficial suicide watch on her. If she ever left the room alone, one of us followed her. Victoria and I were both on open-ended leaves from our jobs, until we got this straightened out. Some thoughtless idiot called Victoria from work about coming in for something stupid; by the time she was done handing their head to them on a platter, I was wondering if she would even have a job. I didn't care - I was sure I could find something for her to do. When I asked her who that was, she smiled faintly and told me it was her boss. I was impressed; I had never heard her set aside work for us so forcefully.

After a few days of this, we decided Amy had to at least bathe or shower or something. I had told Victoria about the baths when Amy was sick - she thought that might work.

I walked up behind her one day and kissed her on the neck. She smiled faintly. Good, I could still get some reaction.

"Come on, Amy, you need to take a shower. You stink, girl." I said. She turned around and gave me a nasty look.

"I don't really care. Stay away from me if you don't like it."

Oops, hit a nerve there. I bent down and whispered in her ear.

"We could take a bath together."

Finally. That got a reaction. She smiled almost prettily, said ok, and got up to go into the bathroom.

"Oh no you don't," I said, as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, where I had already run a bubble bath. Well, she didn't exactly squeal in glee, but she did give me a smile, hugged me, and sighed contentedly when she got in. I climbed in behind her, she leaned back against me, and went to sleep.

After two weeks, Victoria and I were desperate. I tearfully told her I thought we were going to lose Amy too, and I could not stand that. Suddenly, all these things started entering my mind that I had forgotten about before. It started with Amy telling me that Cindi was gone; she couldn't feel her anymore when I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. Then I remembered all the times Cindi and Amy had told me that Victoria was ok, and the time Cindi told me that Amy was not ok. The way they communicated without words in the hospital room. The "dream", which I never believed was a dream that they both had in San Francisco. The way they looked at each other, possibly communicating, when they were trying to convince me that Victoria needed me. Maybe there was something here we were missing.

After Amy and I finished her bath, I brought her out into the living room. She promptly sat on my lap and started to go to sleep.

"No, Amy stay awake. We need to talk"

"Don't want to."

"What did you mean the day I picked you up when you said Cindi was gone, that you couldn't feel her anymore?"

Well! That certainly got a reaction. She looked at me with more fire, more anger in her eyes than I had seen in a long time.

"My sister is dead, Dad, and you are wasting my time playing games, asking me questions you've known the answer to for years? Give me a break and leave me alone."

I was not letting this one go. I moved her head, and held it so I could look directly into her eyes.

"Amy, have I ever lied to you?"

"Every Christmas, when I guess my Christmas present!" She smiled slightly. The old Amy was still in there, I just had to find a way to reach it. She was hurting badly in some way that I just did not quite understand yet.

"Ok, Have I ever lied to you about anything important?"

"Christmas presents are pretty important to a little girl," she replied. "Ok, Dad, no you haven't. What is your point?"

"The point is that neither your Mom nor I understand what you mean when you say you can't feel her anymore."

"Come on, Dad, you know what I mean, that place in your mind where Cindi was, where she lived, the place where you could always feel her, know she was there and ok. Doesn't it bother you that she isn't there anymore?"

Victoria and I looked at her blankly. She looked at us closely. Then I noticed something new on Amy's face - fear.

"You really have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?" she whispered.

We both shook our heads. She started crying.

"Oh, God, I really am all alone then! I'm a freak! No one can help me! I wish I had died instead of Cindi! It's my fault. I insisted she go on that trip instead of me! I killed her!" She tried to get off my lap and run into her bedroom, but I held her and wouldn't let her go. She kept trying to get away. She got so desperate she swung around and hit me. Hard. It was so unexpected that I didn't even have a chance to stop her. She had never hit me before. There are just some things you never expect in life, and Amy hitting me was one of them. I felt the room spin, and then I blacked out.

When I came to, Victoria was bathing my head with a warm washcloth. My jaw really hurt. I didn't care for the look in her eyes. I knew she wouldn't hurt Amy, but she was in big trouble. Amy was holding me, sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean it, please wake up, I love you. Mommy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt him." She looked at Victoria, and knew she was NOT forgiven. Not yet, anyway. Victoria's eyes said she had had enough of this and something needed to change. I put my hand on her arm, and had her help me up.

"Victoria, it's ok. She didn't mean it. She can't help it. I know now why she's hurting."

The three of us sat and talked for hours. Victoria and I listened in amazement to a story we never knew or suspected.

It seems that Cindi and Amy had always had some kind of mental connection, since as early as they could remember. They had never mentioned it, because they just thought everyone did it. It was all they knew, so it was normal. They always knew where the other one was. Even on opposite sides of the continent, they knew where the other one was. Specific stuff, like she is in the mall downtown shopping. They couldn't tell what store, but knew the location. They were also able to tell the emotions and feelings of the other one. If Cindi was unhappy, upset, afraid, Amy knew it. They were also able, to a more limited degree, to do the same with Victoria and me. Apparently, Cindi was able to block access to her emotions to a certain degree, as she hid from Amy her emotions when she was being raped. Amy did not know how she did that. There were also some times lately when Cindi had been blocking her, from emotions that lasted a few hours. Amy got the impression that they were very intense, and were happy emotions, so Amy didn't worry about it. I could tell her what those were, but I was not going to! The last two years or so, starting in San Francisco, they started to be able to pass some rudimentary thoughts to each other. Their ability to monitor our emotions had gotten stronger. Hence, the ability to tell that Victoria was in trouble in San Francisco. And the ability to tell she was ok. They had lied about it being a dream, because by this time, they were beginning to realize that this was not something everyone could do. They didn't want to be thought of as freaks. They still thought that all of us in the family could do it, at least to some degree, until Amy found out differently today. Apparently, there was a little place in her mind where the knowledge of Cindi lived; it was always there, the feeling that she was ok, happy, etc. Now, that place was empty and black, and Amy was inconsolable. Imagine losing your eyesight. How devastating would that be? This was worse, maybe like losing your eyesight, your favorite sister, and your best friend, all at once.

"So, this is how, when we were in the altercation with the policemen, you told Cindi to stop Mom?"

"Well, yes, but how did you know about that? Cindi wasn't supposed to tell anyone about this stuff, we promised each other."

"Cindi didn't tell me; I heard you, loud and clear, but your lips never moved."

"That is new; I have never been able to do that before." She bit her bottom lip; she didn't seem to care for that at all.

We finally talked ourselves out. We had no solutions. Amy had lost something invaluable, that meant the world to her, and it was irreplaceable. Although we could never replace Cindi, we could fill our lives with other people, other friends. She could not do that. In many ways, Amy was even more upset now that we had talked. She knew she was truly alone in the world; no one was going to come save her. She wasn't sure she wanted to go on.

I was very upset when we went to bed. I had hoped that this would somehow make things better, knowing what the problem was, and all I had done was made it worse. I cried that night, after everyone was asleep. Not grieving for Cindi; I still had not gotten there yet, but grieving for Amy. A lost little girl that I had just hurt even more. I wished I could help; I would do anything to help this lost little girl find her way. Amy's arm tightening around my waist, her little kisses on my neck, and her head on my shoulder dropping her own tears told me my tears had not gone as unnoticed as I thought.

The next day, Sunday, things were even worse. Amy was, if possible, even more surly, rude, and obnoxious. I could see in her eyes how much she hated herself for it. She stayed in her room most of the day. We let her keep the door closed because we did not want her to think we didn't trust her, but we made a point of checking in with her on an irregular basis, but at least every hour or so. That pissed her off even more.

Victoria and I were sitting there, holding each other and trying desperately to think of something to do, when there was a timid little knock on the door. It was 11:00 in the morning. I remember looking at my watch, as it was an odd time for visitors. When I answered it, Katie was standing there. After I let her in, she just stood there, looking lost. Finally, she spoke.

"I am so sorry, Daddy." My eyes welled up with tears at that. She looked so much like Cindi, and she called me Daddy! "I would change places with her if I could. I would gladly take her place if it would bring her back," she sobbed. I looked in her eyes, and I knew this sweet little girl was telling the truth. She would, gladly. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her. "I love you so much, I would do anything for you, anything at all," she whispered in my ear as she cried.

Finally, I pulled away from her. "So, did you just come over here to make me cry, or is there something we can do for you, little girl?" I said flippantly, trying to get a handle on my emotions. She giggled and looked at me speculatively. Then she got serious.

"Amy needs me. Now," she stated.

"Well, you know where her room is. Be warned. She is in a nasty mood. I hope you can cheer her up."

She smiled gently at me, said hi to Victoria, walked over to Amy's room, opened the door, and walked in, shutting the door after her. That was strange, I thought. Katie is impeccably polite. She never enters someone else's room, or house, without knocking first. Even if she has just been there. I shrugged, and went back to Victoria.

One hour later, there was still no sign of Amy or Katie. I went to her door, and knocked.

"What?!?" Amy hollered.

"Are you ok? You guys need anything to drink?"

"I know where it is if we do. Leave me alone! Stop bothering me!"

"Oh, Amy!" I heard Katie's voice, sounding angry. "You can't talk to him that way! He's your father."

"They won't leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

"Amy, they are hurting too. Maybe worse than you. You lost a sister. They have lost two daughters, the way you are acting. Do you know what I would give to have a father like that? They love you so much..."

At that point, I stopped eavesdropping, feeling guilty. I sat down next to Victoria again. She saw the look on my face, and did not say anything. After another two hours and no Amy or Katie, I just had to risk Amy's wrath and check again. I knocked on the door again.

"Amy, honey, you ok? Is there anything I can get you?"

"I'm fine, Daddy. Thank you." Amy's sweet voice answered me. A pause, then apparently feeling bad for her nastiness at my last knock, "I love you and Mommy, Daddy!" I was too stunned and choked up to even answer. Victoria took one look at my face and knew something had happened.

"What happened?" she asked fearfully.

I smiled and said "Amy's back and I hope she stays."

Amy and Katie finally came out of the room at 5:00. Amy was smiling and they both had been crying. They hugged, and Amy asked Katie if she would see her in school tomorrow. Katie said absolutely. Amy went into the bathroom. Katie started to leave, and then walked over to me. She sat on my lap and whispered in my ear.

"She's ok. She will be fine now. It's ok now."

I hugged her tightly. "Thank you for giving me back my little girl. I can never repay you enough for this. Anything you ever want, just ask."

She giggled. "Careful what you say, I just might take you up on that!" She kissed me softly, then got up and went over to Victoria. They whispered too softly for me to hear. Katie giggled and blushed. Katie, blushing? I am probably glad I missed what was said there! The hugged, and Katie left.

A few minutes later, Amy came into the room. Her face was scrubbed and her hair was combed. Victoria had moved over to the couch next to me. Amy came over, and squished herself down in between us.

"Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry! I've been such a brat lately. I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I promise I will try to do better. Mom, please, please forgive me for hitting Dad. I love you both."

We cuddled together for quite a while, and then we all went out for pizza and pistachio ice cream. Well, ok, there are some disadvantages to being a happy family again.

Later, after Victoria went to bed, Amy and I stayed up and talked for a while. I asked her what had happened with Katie.

"Oh, nothing really. We just talked. She made me realize how lucky I was to have parents like you-guys. Made me see what a snot I had been. Dad, I am sorry. Cindi was so important to me." Her eyes were getting wet again. "I just lost it and went to pieces. I'm sure I will have bad days again. Katie will help. She's really nice. She's kind of like Cindi. And she really likes you!" She giggled. Oh, God, how I had missed that sound!

I may not be a certifiable genius teenager, but I can tell when the subject is being changed on me. She was good, though. I let her steer the conversation away from my question... Her changing the subject partially answered the question anyway. Just talked, my foot. My daughter never was a good liar. Well, as long as she was better, I was happy. I was beginning to suspect that Katie was a very special little girl, indeed.

I squeezed her hand, and the memory of the time we had made love, with our climax being like a spring rainstorm, and the feeling as we basked in the joy and beauty afterwards came unbidden into my mind. I wanted to smile, but it was a little hard under the circumstances.

"I love you, Cindi. I think you know how much," I told her. She smiled at me, a special smile, squeezed my hand in return, and said "thank you" and I realized with a sense of shock and wonder that she had seen that image go through my mind.

"I love you too, Cindi, more than I have shown you and more than I can possibly tell you," Victoria answered. I saw the look on her face as she had the same experience I did; the realization in her mind that Cindi did know. We looked at each other in confusion; what was going on here? Cindi was speaking again.

"Mom, Dad, I know I'm not good at a lot of things, like Amy, she's like a superwoman or something, but please, Mom, Dad, please, would you trust me this time, please trust me, that I can do this? Please? For Amy's sake? Please?" She seemed calm now; there were tears in her eyes, but they were not tears of fear or rage now.

She looked so intense; I had to do what I could for her. Victoria looked at me, and she nodded slightly to me.

"We trust you, honey. Do what you can." I had no idea what I was telling her to do, or why, but if it helped her deal with what was coming, I would do it. I just was not sure how I was going to deal with what was coming.

She looked down, closed her eyes, and whispered, "One more time, Mom and Dad, and really believe it this time, for Amy's sake, you love me and you trust me." She seemed to be concentrating, and suddenly I felt a wash of love and trust pour through me. I heard Victoria gasp, and knew she felt the same.

Then Cindi led us over to Amy's bed. She took one of Amy's hands, and laid it in mine. I clasped it, and half felt, half hoped that I felt her squeeze back faintly. Cindi smiled at me.

"Yes, she knows you are here."

Then she took Amy's other hand, and laid it in Victoria's hand. Finally, she took each of our remaining hands in hers.

"Close you eyes. Think about nothing except how much you love me." I did as she asked. I did not know what was going on here, but my girls had always been special, and if this would help either one of them, I would do it. I thought again about the time like the spring rain. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought about all the wonderful times I had had with her. As I continue to think of how much I loved her, I could sense a blue fog seeming to come over my eyes, in my mind. It was a deep blue. The same color as Cindi's eyes! It became deeper blue the more I thought of her. Suddenly images ran through my mind of the times I had enjoyed with Cindi. However, they were somehow different. I was seeing Cindi's memories of our love and wonderful times together in my mind! I could feel the love building up in me, higher and higher. I was so full it felt like I was going to burst. When I felt I just could not hold any more, Cindi spoke again.

"Now, think of how much you love Amy. Think of your baby. Give her all your love." Interesting. I could hear Cindi's voice in my head. I thought of spending Sunday together with Amy. Rubbing her temples, her stomach. I thought of running my fingers up the insides of her leg. Cindi squeezed my hand. I thought of all the times we cuddled in bed together. The haze in my mind turned green, beautiful deep green. Amy's eyes! My God! I could feel her! I basked in the joy of feeling at one with my girls. I could feel Victoria there, too. I was amazed at the depth of love I felt from her, for me and for her babies. And for the one that wasn't there. I didn't know what that meant. I felt the huge bubble of love slowing exiting me, colored bright green as it left. I wondered what it looked like in the room. Instantly, in my mind I saw Amy lying on the bed. I say green tendrils floating over to her body and disappearing inside. Cindi's voice in my mind said, "It looks like that", and she giggled. I had never seen anything so beautiful.

I heard Cindi in my mind again. "This is our secret, just for us. Even Amy doesn't know. Tell no one." The green faded.

Suddenly, we were standing there, by the bed, the three of us hugging each other, eyes open, a warm sense of calm, love, warmth filling us. It seemed like we had just walked over to the bed a minute ago, but a quick look at my watch showed a half hour had passed. I had only a vague remembrance of something too weird to be possible having happened.

"Hey. Don't I get a hug, too?" a weak voice asked. We turned quickly around, to see Amy, eyes open, smiling faintly. Amy looked awful, but she looked better. She had some color now.

Victoria and I ran over to her, hugging and kissing her, crying. Then, I saw a look of panic cross Amy's face.

"Cindi! Where is Cindi?"

I looked around. Cindi was sitting in a chair, leaning back against the wall. She looked really tired, and sick, eyes half closed, face pale. She looked old and sick.

"Dad! Bring her over here," Amy said.

We helped her walk over, and sat her on the bed next to Amy

"Cindi, what did you do?" They looked into each other's eyes, communicating with each other somehow.

"You goofball, what am I going to do with you? Thank you." Amy whispered.

Amy called me over close to her.

"Daddy, Cindi needs something from the nursing station. Can you get it for her, please?" She pulled me down and whispered into my ear.

I stared at her in surprise. "Are you sure, Amy? If you are wrong, things will get awful interesting real quick!"

"Trust me, Daddy."

Well, I had learned a lot about trust in the last few minutes. I kissed her forehead, and went out to the nursing station. I asked the nurse to prepare what I needed. She looked at me in astonishment. "Are you sure?" she asked, assuming it was for me. "If you have any digestive problems, suffer from migraines, have heart problems, or latent diabetes, things will get awful interesting real quick around here!" She didn't understand why I laughed. "Trust me," I winked. I got what I needed, and came back into the room, handing Cindi a glass of murky white, foul smelling liquid.

Cindi crinkled up her nose in disgust. "Are you sure about this, Amy? This stuff smells yucky!"

"Drink it all down. Good news. It tastes worse than it smells. Next time you'll think twice about saving my life," she teased.

After Cindi, complaining loudly and continuously about why this couldn't just be a pill, drank it all down, two things happened almost simultaneously. She immediately perked up, her color returned, and she suddenly had her energy level back. She looked her age again, and no longer looked ill. At the same time, the monitors hooked up to Amy went crazy. As I looked at them, her blood pressure spiked back to normal, her temperature dropped to normal, her pulse stabilized, her respiration deepened and dropped to normal, the irregularities in her EKG disappeared, and her rash faded almost away. Alarms that were set to sound with significant changes in either direction were beeping incessantly. I laughed. They all looked at me quizzically.

"Wait for it," I laughed.

Almost immediately, the door burst open and the nurse and doctor ran in. They only paused slightly when they saw Cindi, looking at her nervously, but she smiled sweetly at them.

"Come on in! I'm human again!" she quipped. Then she looked at us and winked. She ran over to Amy, hugged, and kissed her. "I'm so glad to see you again."

"Me too! What happened?"

"Don't know," Cindi answered. "We were standing here, and all of a sudden I felt sick and you started waking up. What did you do?" Cindi asked innocently.

Amy rolled her eyes and gave her the Amy look (YES, she is getting better!). "I'll talk to you later."

The doctor politely told the girls to quit gabbing and let him give Amy a checkup. Amy politely told him to talk to the finger (Poor Amy. So innocent. She doesn't know these things. She had no idea she held up the wrong finger!), and all of us, including the doctor, burst out laughing. She turned red and asked what was wrong. We told her she wouldn't understand.

They kept Amy two more days, trying to find out what had happened. They kept expecting her to suddenly get worse again. Finally, on the third day, Amy announced we would either take her home or she was walking out the front door and hitching a ride home with the first person that picked her up; if we liked this place so much, we could stay and eat that... food. Yep Amy was getting better. She was still weak as a kitten, however. We decided we wouldn't make her hitchhike home.

When we left, I refused the wheelchair and told them I would carry Amy out, and picked her up in my arms. She squealed in delight, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. She gave me a big kiss, not quite daughterly but not too scandalous and asked me quietly if I was going to give her another shower. I had not told anybody about that. I told her I was feeling a little weak myself, especially in the arms; I hoped I would not drop her on the way out. She said she was sure she could find a convenient handle to hold on to with her hands. I blushed and decided to quit while I was only way too far behind. She whispered "sorry Daddy" in my ear, while everyone else waited patiently to hear the story behind those comments, but I was not talking. It is hard to sound sorry when you are giggling.

Amy had lost some weight while she was sick, so she was ravenous. I dropped them all off at home and went to buy dinner. I got a sausage and pepperoni pizza for Amy and me and a special for Cindi and Victoria. I also bought a quart of Pistachio ice cream. For those with weak stomachs, you might want to skip to the next paragraph at this point. Ok, remember, I warned you. Amy likes to alternate bites of sausage and pepperoni pizza with pistachio ice cream. As Cindi says, sometimes she is just way too gross and disgusting! I told her if she ended up in the hospital again due to gross eating habits, the insurance company would not pay; it does not cover self-abuse. We left her in the kitchen eating alone, telling her we were going into the other room to eat with normal people before we got sick. When we sneaked back in and gave her a tickling attack, her mock sad face got happy and she just beamed. She just loves being teased. "I love you guys," she sighed happily.

Two days after getting home, Victoria had to leave town again. She looked so distraught trying to explain to Amy why she had to leave, but we all understood; all was well. I had as much time off as I needed from work until Amy was better. The next day, she told me I could go into work if I needed to. I flatly and curtly refused, and when I saw her eyes widen I turned and walked away. A few minutes later, a pair of teenage arms slipped around my waist and a pretty little girl snuggled up behind me. Then she gently turned me around and took my hands in hers.

"It wasn't your fault, Daddy," she said softly. "It still would have happened if you would have stayed home from work that day. I didn't feel really bad until shortly before you came home. It wouldn't have mattered". I looked down and felt silly for her having figured me out. The doctor had said the same thing. I was also glad she had not figured out the other reason I felt bad.

"I just don't know what I would do if I lost you", I whispered. She just hugged me.

"It would kind of ruin my whole day, too," she whispered back seriously.

The third day home, Amy announced that she felt dirty and disgusting and we needed to do something about that.

"I thought you were just kidding about giving you another shower," I said, feeling frantic.

"Not shower. Too weak. Bath. Now."

So, I carried her into the bathroom. She waited patiently for me to fill the tub and take her clothes off. Then I helped her into the tub. She sighed happily and soaked for a while. I got up to leave, but she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stay, then closed her eyes again. I think she just enjoys teasing me to death. She knew the lovely sight her beautiful body made lying naked in that tub. She asked me to wash her; she said she was too weak to do it right. I tried, but I was just making a big mess trying to do it with me outside the tub (washing her, I mean). Finally, she took the washcloth away from me.

"This just isn't going to work this way, Daddy. Get you clothes off and get in here and wash me right." I must have looked like a deer in the headlights, because she cracked up, and then put her hand on my arm affectionately. "I'm not drunk. I'm not going to seduce you. Well, probably not. Not while I'm this weak, anyway! Just kidding! We have already seen all there is to see of each other. Come on."

She lay back and closed her eyes, as I got undressed, so I wouldn't be embarrassed. She is such a sweetheart. Then I got in behind her and sat down. She snuggled back against me, closed her eyes, and sighed happily. I proceeded to wash her cute little body all over. I am sure she must have felt me against her butt, but for once in her life, Amy passed up the opportunity to tease. Once I got over my embarrassment, and assured myself that nothing was going to happen, I really enjoyed giving her a bath. She just turned boneless when I washed her hair. She enjoyed it so much she fell asleep. Drying her off was a hell of a lot easier than last time I was in the bathroom with her! We got dressed, and went into the living room, where she sat on the floor in front of me on the couch while I brushed her hair.

If any of you have never brushed female hair, you have to try it. Whether she is 6 or 37, (I've never tried it older than that) it is one of the most sensual (not the same as sexual) things you can do. Washing hair is tied for brushing hair on the sensual scale. They are both about a 15 on a scale of 10. Victoria loves it almost as much as a massage. It had been a long time since I had washed and brushed Amy's hair. I made a mental note to do it again soon. She purred like a kitten as I ran the brush through her long black hair. Not for the first time, I marveled at how much she was an almost exact duplicate copy of Victoria physically. Maybe I should take a bath with Victoria next time she came home.

We did the bath thing a few more times until she was strong enough to take care of herself. The next day I filled the tub before I carried her in and, unbeknownst to her, made it a bubble bath. She squealed with glee when she saw it, and I let her enjoy it for quite awhile, giggling and splashing and just generally making a total mess of the bathroom until we finally got around to getting her clean. Just watching her have such a good time made my heart melt, and I hugged her close, getting misty-eyed thinking how close I had come to losing her. She looked at me, head cocked to one side, curious as to what I was thinking, then her eyes softened as she seemed to figure it out. She wrapped her arms around my arms, which were around her waist, laid her head against my shoulder, and whispered "Me too."

It didn't take long before the girls in the cheerleader group found out that Amy had been in the hospital and that she was back home again. The house began to fill up everyday with her friends. I had to monitor the situation closely, to make sure they did not tire her out too much, so I had to spend a lot of time around cute, 13-14 year old cheerleaders. It's a terrible job, but somebody had to do it! Poor me! After the first day or so of me being around all the time, they completely lost all inhibitions they had. I was one of the girls. The standard mode of dress became tee shirt and panties. Bad enough with some of these cuties, but it took awhile to get used to it with Cindi and Amy. They had to fit in with the other girls, you see. I found out there is absolutely nothing teenage girls will not and do not talk about. Amy, of course, had to give a very detailed account of her drunken episode and, to my horror, a, thankfully somewhat sanitized, account of "the shower". Of course, she also told them how I was helping her bathe each day. I expected endless teasing, but I was startled to hear, and see in their eyes, expressions of envy and respect. Apparently, the consensus was that none of their dads would do those things for them. Were their dads really that stupid? Their loss. These girls were sweethearts, all of them.

Of course, after those revelations, it was not long before someone suggested that we all play strip poker, since we had a "neat, cool, good-looking guy” (Wow! Not a dad, but a guy) here to play (read: harass, embarrass, tease) with. I of course vetoed that immediately. Katie got a far away, dreamy look on her face, walked over to me, sat down on my lap, put her arms around my neck, and announced that she thought it was a wonderful idea! This caused everyone to crack up, giggling hysterically. Let's see - one dad, 7 teenager girls - who do you think won here?

After the game was over, it was decided that the one person who still had clothes on (no, it wasn't me) should take hers off too. After awhile, it wasn't hard (no pun intended, and not true besides!) at all. After the initial embarrassment by some, today's teenage girls, at least these cheerleaders who are adorned often in various stages of undress anyway, seemed very casual about nudity. The only real difficult part was Katie sitting in my lap most of the time, a fact that everyone seemed to expect. Apparently, Katie's crush on me, a fact I was blissfully unaware of until this time, was well known by all, and all thought it "cute." I was, however, somewhat unprepared for the sex talk.

Yep. Captive dad, 7 teenage girls, let's talk about sex. As a medical professional, I am used to giving talks about the subject, but I was not expecting it with girls I knew, while naked. Nevertheless, exhibit A and Bs were there in plain site, so why not. I was somewhat surprised at how little some of these girls knew. Therefore, I talked plainly and bluntly. I told them how it happened, where everything went, and what to expect. Hysterical giggling broke out when Katie suggested that we have a demonstration. She immediately volunteered, to catcalls. Someone else suggested that, since Amy spent so much time naked with me in the shower and bath, maybe she could be the moderator. This caused Amy to turn 39 different shades of red. Apparently, she had embarrassed one of the girls somehow in the past, and this was paybacks.

About that time, the phone rang. It was Victoria, telling me she was back in town and would be home in about 20 minutes. Oops. So, all the girls got dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, right? Nope. They put on panties and tee shirts, and sat back down in the living room floor to talk again. That is how they were when Victoria walked in. She looked around, and then smiled at everyone and said, "You didn't need to stop just on my account!" How do women always know what is going on?

Dinner was the four of us together again. I could get used to this. After dinner, Victoria announced her surprise - she was going to Florida next week and her schedule would allow her to take one of the girls. Cindi and Amy immediately pointed at each other.

"Take her!" They declared in unison. I love my girls!

"But it's your turn," Cindi protested.

"No, it's not," Amy declared. "The last one was supposed to be yours, but we both went, and so it's still your turn. Besides, I'm still not feeling well enough for something that intense. You can call me every day and let me know what you did. I know, I know, you get to go to Florida and I just get stuck here with Daddy, but I'll make do somehow!" She smiled brilliantly at me.

"But, Amy..."

"No buts." They were sitting next to each other on the couch. Amy leaned over, whispering into Cindi's ear. "You have saved me twice now; even though you deny involvement at the hospital, I know better. This is a pretty pitiful thank you for that, but at least it is something I can do for you."

Cindi lowered her eyes, looking embarrassed. We wondered what they were whispering about. She smiled shyly. "Thank you, Amy. You are so sweet. I love you." They hugged and kissed. Yep. She did. Cindi, I mean. Cried. Of course. Is the world round? Does a wild bear... never mind.

Once that was decided, the next logical step was announced. There was shopping to do! Of course. Cindi and Victoria headed off to begin the chore. Shopping is a nasty job, but someone has to do it, right?

Amy sat on my lap, facing me, put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and looked into my eyes. I knew what this meant. Serious talk time.

"Daddy? What happened in that hospital room?"

"I don't know, honey. I was kind of hoping you could tell me. What do you remember?"

"I was feeling really bad. I could feel everything fading. I knew I was either losing consciousness or dying, and I was sure I was dying. I vaguely heard Cindi screaming at someone. Then it gets hazy. I had a dream that the room was filled with a deep blue light, and then a deep green light. I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever. Then I woke up and you were all hugging by my bed. I have no idea how much time elapsed during all those events."

Sometimes in retrospect, I could just shoot myself. I had missed clues three times, twice when Amy said Victoria was OK, and once when Cindi said Amy was not OK, that these were not questions. I missed the significance of the clue that Cindi knew Amy was in the hospital. I even missed the significance of the clue during the police officer episode when Amy told Cindi to stop mom but her lips never moved. I forgot about the simultaneous "dream" they had in San Francisco when Victoria was in trouble. Now I missed another one. 'Then I could feel you and Mommy, even stronger than ever.' Later, I would regret for a long time the memory of the pain and anguish Amy would go through because I missed all those clues. Although it would not have affected the ultimate outcome, maybe I could have made it easier on her.

When she said the part about the blue and green light, I felt all the blood rush out of my face, as memories, dreams, or whatever they were flooded into my mind. I am sure I turned pale as a ghost. So, what do you think? Do you think a certifiable genius would notice? Is the world... ?

"Daddy! What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

This earned me an eye roll, an Amy look, and a little frustrated hop up and down on my lap.

"Tell me, Daddy!"

"No, Amy, I will not. I was warned in this dream, or whatever, that I was to tell no one. I do not know what the consequences of breaking that warning might be. I will not risk your health or life!" She did not like it, but she understood.

"Daddy, I know Cindi had something to do with this. The way she looked when I woke up. She will not tell me anything! She just acts innocent. I can't believe she is keeping secrets - not from me!"

"So, you tell me. How did you know about the concoction you asked me to get for Cindi?"

Amy thought for a minute, biting her bottom lip. I love that habit; she is so cute when she does that!

"I don't know. I just knew. Must have read it somewhere."

The next week went by quickly. The evening before they were to leave, Victoria announced she was taking Amy shopping. We were not invited. As she left, she made a point of telling me that they would catch a movie also and would not be home until 11:30 at the earliest. She whispered to me that she would call before they came home.

I was watching TV after they left. Cindi walked over, turned off the TV, sat down on my lap facing me, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me. Sound familiar? It was definitely not the same kiss Amy gave me. As she kissed me, passionately, she reached down and started unbuttoning my shirt. When she had it undone, she ran her hands across my chest.

"So, what's this about a shower you and Amy took that night she was drunk? You never took a shower with ME. I thought you loved me?" She giggled.

"I can't help what you think," I said as I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. "Of course, when Amy and I did this, I had to put her in with her clothes on!"

"Daddy, no! You wouldn't dare! Not my sweater! This is my best one. I wore it just for you. Please, Daddy?" She asked in her best little girl voice.

I laughed. "So you wore it just for me, huh? So did Mom tell you about this little shopping trip?"

She blushed. "Well, I'm going to be away from you for a whole week and I'm going to miss you so much and I love you so much, and Mommy knows about us and how I feel and we couldn't do anything with Amy around and I just had to have some time with you before I left and Mommy said..."

I kissed her to shut her up. I did not think I wanted to know what Mommy said. Her acceptance of this whole situation still freaked me out sometimes.

I very slowly took Cindi's clothes off. Then she took mine off. I told her she was deviating from the Amy shower scene. She stuck her tongue out at me and told me to get over it.

I led her through everything Amy did in the shower. I did not fight nearly as much this time, though. I told her I did not want it to be that realistic.

After I carried her into bed, she wanted to try a 69. It was wonderful! She didn't even bite me when she came. I did bite her lightly in an especially sensitive place, but that was intentional. She didn't seem to mind, although she did make a lot of noise when I did it. Afterwards, we made sweet, gentle love, like the spring showers. She really loves that. She cries when we do that. Surprising, huh? Later, she really surprised me. She said she wanted to do anal with me.

"Are you sure, honey?" Knowing how much it had hurt her last time.

"Yes, Daddy. It is the only bad memory I have left. I want you to erase it. Please?"

I laid her on her stomach and put a pillow under her hips. I licked her little clit and pussy, getting her very wet again, and making her cum again. I wanted her really relaxed. I put Vaseline on my cock, and rubbed it on her little hole, pushing it in with my finger. She jerked at first, and sucked her breath in quickly. I waited until she relaxed again. Once I had my finger all the way inside, and had spread the Vaseline around well, I withdrew my finger and snuggled up behind her. I asked her again if she was sure.

"Yes, Daddy. Please," she whimpered.

I started to push up into her little hole. I reached down and rubbed her clit and played with her pussy, to try to keep her relaxed. I was surprised how easily I went all the way in. I knew I was not hurting her, as she was pushing back against me, trying to take it faster. Then I started very slowly, very gently to move in and out of her.

I was surprised that she seemed to enjoy it right from the start. As I thrust in, she pushed back, taking me in all the way. She is the one that stepped up the pace. After a little while, I was thrusting into her as fast as I was in her pussy. She was crying out in ecstasy, whimpering in pleasure.

"Don't stop! Oh, please, don't stop. Faster! Oh, that feels so good! I love you!" she cried out, as she exploded into an enormous orgasm. I was not quite ready yet, so I continued to thrust into her. I was really surprised when she came again as I poured myself into her. I collapsed on her and held her until I slipped out. Then I snuggled up to her.

"Thank you," she breathed softly.

She seemed to enjoy it. Anal is not my favorite, but it was fun. We fell asleep, cuddling in each other's arms, and didn't wake up until Victoria called and told me she would be home in 45 minutes. They were stopping at Baskin Robbins after the movie. Amy was tired but happy.

"Victoria... thank you, sweetie. I love you more than you can know."

"Sure I can. It's almost as much as I love you. Have fun sweetie."

I woke up Cindi. When she heard we had 45 minutes, her eyes lit up.

"Oh, goody, time for a quickie and then a shower! Or a quickie in the shower!" We decided on the former. So, we did.

When they got home, Cindi was in bed, "sound asleep", and I was reading. Amy ran over, sat down next to me, cuddled up, and told me all about her evening and the movie, gushing on endlessly. I smiled tolerantly. Victoria smiled impishly.

They left the following day. They would be gone a week. They were to get back the next Saturday. The timing on that day was going to be a little interesting, as the girls both wanted to go to a sleepover at Katie's house (yes, mom and the kids were out of town but she had her mother's permission and there would be good chaperones this time), so I would take Amy there and Victoria would drop off Cindi there on the way home from the airport. I was so excited - a whole night alone with Victoria just back from a trip!

After the incident in the hospital room, Cindi was a changed girl. She was so much more confident in herself. It was as if she now knew that she could do things right, and, even more important, Mommy and Daddy trusted her to do things. We always did; I do not know where she got the idea she was a mess up and we did not trust her. I guess it was just hard being under superwoman Amy's shadow all the time. However, she was so happy, confident, and joyful; it was a pleasure to behold.

On Saturday afternoon, I dropped Amy off just as planned. I went home, waiting for Victoria to get home. I felt as excited as a teenage boy did on a big date. She said she would be home by 5:00. By 5:45, I was a little nervous. When the phone rang at 6:00, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I really hate that damn phone.

"This is Officer Collins of the Highway Patrol. May I speak to Patrick Phillips, please?" We knew John Collins pretty well.

Oh, God, no, not again! Please, no!

"Speaking"

"Sir, your wife and daughter have been involved in an accident. You need to come to the hospital right away."

"Are they OK? How's my wife?"

"I wasn't involved with your wife at the scene, sir. I know she was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. I do not know her condition. They did not airlift her, so that may be a good sign. "

"How's my daughter?"

"Sir, you really need to come down to the hospital."

"Damn it, John, don't you do this to me! HOW'S MY DAUGHTER?!?"

He hesitated, and then I heard the break in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Patrick, your daughter did not survive. She was declared dead at the scene. She was killed instantly."

Oh, God, no! Please! Cindi! My brain cried as I sat down abruptly on the chair and dropped the phone.

Even though Victoria and I had always been close, and had what I would call an ideal marriage, we had grown even closer in the last several months. Even though I had always known it, I was now completely confident that she would do anything for her family. She would always be there when she was really needed and it counted. It was crystal clear, even more so than before, that we were everything to her, the most important thing in her life. I had learned that we could be that, and she could still do her job. The two were not incompatible. I had also put aside the irritation I always felt about her job. She just couldn't tell me, and that was it. Not wouldn't - couldn't. She vowed not to lie to me anymore about anything. If she could not answer, she would just say she could not talk about it, and I vowed I would not pursue it anymore when she said that. I was touched the night she expressed to me how badly she had felt, even not being able to sleep at night, every time she lied to me. I think we loved each other more than we ever had, and that was saying a lot.

Cindi was getting better every day. She was getting more confident, although she was still leery about boys. I think that will continue until she falls in love with one, and finds out they are not all jerks. Probably someone a little older than her, more mature, more sensitive. That is what attracted her to me. One thing I am both happy and sad about - we are slowly phasing out our sexual relationship. Not deliberately, it just doesn't happen as often anymore; it isn't needed as much by her as it once was. We still get together occasionally and we still enjoy it tremendously, but it appears she really did just need it to get her over her bad memories. It just took much more than the one time she planned. I miss her that way - but we have also found that we are so close and love each other so much that just cuddling together on the couch or snuggling in bed is almost as good as sex. I have never been deprived, at least in quality if not in quantity, by my sex life with Victoria. Horniness or deprivation was never the reason for my actions with Cindi, but love and a desperate need on her part. In addition, it is doing wonders for the lingering guilty feeling I have always had. We have made no plans to stop completely, and may never, but it may also just stop all of its own accord. I think Cindi recognizes she is just not ready for a recurrent sexual relationship with anybody - she has come to agree with me that she is just too young.

I had always been a little closer to Amy that Cindi - no, that's not quite right. I was closer in a different way. That is still true, because as Cindi and I have gotten closer this summer, so have Amy and I. I have an even more profound respect and admiration for Amy since her performance during the episode with the cops. There is nothing like someone saving your life to make you trust them completely. Amy has a maturity, understanding, and wisdom well beyond her years, that Victoria, Cindi and I have come to trust explicitly. Yet she still maintains her ability to be a cute, giggly, wiggly 13 year old. She flicks back and forth like flipping a switch when it is needed, and it is obvious immediately when she changes hats. Her capacity to read and understand a situation, adapt to it, and read other peoples emotions and parts in it is uncanny. I sometimes wonder if she can read minds. But then, I decide she can't, or there are times I would be in big trouble!

Both the girls and I still enjoy immensely snuggling together in bed at night. Except for the occasional trysts with Cindi, there is little sexual content there, although there are times I wonder about Amy, but if it is there, neither of us dares to act on it. Somehow, the girls have concocted some kind of system of who is going to snuggle on what night. The nights that they both come in, it is obviously deliberate. There is no hiding of it as if it was wrong - they do it just as often when Victoria is around as not.

The girls are really heavily into cheerleading now, so that means, even more than before, constant presence of cute 13-14 year olds around all the time. They are all enjoyable - the one I enjoy the presence of most is Katie. She is almost as sweet as my girls are. Probably is as sweet, but I always give my girls the first place. She is around quite often, even staying overnight on a regular basis. She and her mother just do not have that much in common, and her mother has five other younger kids to raise, so it isn't really minded that much if she isn't around at home. Although Cindi and Amy are not all that close to her, she really likes Victoria and me, and the feeling is mutual. When I stay up late at night, and she is staying over, she will often come downstairs and snuggle up to me on the couch, or lie on the couch with her head in my lap, and watch TV. Or we will stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything. Many nights she falls asleep with her head on my lap and I carry her into the spare bedroom to put her in bed. She and the girls are very good about somehow scheduling the time so that there is never a conflict with Katie when Amy or Cindi wants to cuddle or talk. I have never understood how females do that, seemingly without ever talking about it. She hasn't quite gotten to the point of talking about her father yet. The poor girl has been hurt very badly, and since she does not talk about that or her father, I sense they are related. I see some of the same signs in her as what Cindi went through. I hope I am wrong.

One interesting situation occurred over the summer with Amy that I found nerve wracking at the time it occurred about midway through the summer. The cheerleaders decided to host a get-together for all the girls and guys they knew, kind of like an informal party and dance. We really do not let Cindi or Amy formally date yet, but if it is an informal group with chaperones, etc, we will let them go. This one was not at our house, but was hosted at Laura's house, one of the 15-year-old cheerleaders. We debated on letting the girls go, since Laura's parents are not the best chaperones in the world, but we finally figured there would be enough other people there that it should be ok. They're not bad, just not as watchful sometimes as we are about the things teenagers will always try to get away with. We were not worried about our girls - just the idea they could be caught up in something if anything went wrong. Amy was excited about going; Cindi made it clear that she would not be there, for exactly the reasons we had questioned, and because she just was not ready for that much contact with boys yet. She decided to go to Elizabeth's house for the night, where a bunch of girls were gathering whose parents wouldn't let them go to the other gathering.

Amy had an 11:00 PM curfew time to be home. At 11:00 PM, the doorbell rang. Thinking Amy had forgotten her key, I answered the door to find Amy, drunk as a skunk, being held up by Cindi and Elizabeth's college age sister. Cindi quickly asked me to hear out what happened before I got mad and grounded Amy until her 40^th birthday. They helped me get her in, and I laid her down on the couch and turned around to hear from the two girls why I should let her live! As I calmed down, I remembered that Amy never drank, did not like the taste of the stuff, so I knew there was some kind of story here. It turns out that someone had spiked one of the bowls of punch, and Amy did not know it. Amy loves punch. By the time anyone figured out what was going on, she could not walk by herself. It would be hard to tell if Amy is drunk till she starts losing motor control, since she's so outgoing in a group and acts drunk half the time anyway. Finally, someone called Cindi pick her up, since nobody dared to bring her home. Cindi said she would stay to take care of her, but I told her to go back to Elizabeth's house. There was no sense in ruining her night; I would take care of Amy.

The first thing I noticed was that she stunk! Sorry, Amy, but it's true. She or someone had spilled various drinks on her clothes, and, yuck, she had also apparently thrown up at least once and did not have her head in the ideal position, if you get my drift. Do you know what happens when you throw up in a toilet bowl with long hair? Sorry, maybe too graphic, huh? I decided the first thing was to get her cleaned up. It was too much for a washcloth and sink - it was in her hair and everything. In the shower you go, little girl. Since she was too unstable to go in alone, it looked like she was going to take a shower with Dad.

A drunk Amy loses all the maturity that people are so impressed with her about and just becomes a constantly giggling 13 year old that says and does bizarre things. Moreover, much to my consternation, she becomes much more interested in sexually oriented subjects. Can you tell this is an embarrassed father trying to talk about his daughter? She found it great fun, as I was holding her up and washing her, to play with the hair on my chest. Of course, this was hilariously funny and necessitated much giggling. Sigh. Then she discovered that if she ran her soapy fingers over my nipples, they would get hard, just like hers. Giggle, giggle, giggle. Lord, give me patience. Good thing I love this girl. Then, did you know that if you kiss Daddy, when he is not expecting it, you can stick your tongue in his mouth and he gasps in shock? That deserved a full fledge laugh. It also rated a slap on the butt for her by me, and a retaliatory turning off the hot water for a few seconds. Little drunk Amys shriek very loud in a cold shower. Hee hee. Then came the worst of all - she discovered that Daddy has a cock and balls (giggle, giggle), that (gasp) gets really big when it gets hard (she's never seen one before, so what does she know about big), as it does really quickly when you put cute soft little Amy hands on his cock and balls and rub them (yep, you guessed it - giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle etc.). I could not believe this! Sweet, innocent little Amy? I was going to have nightmares about this for years to come. I had to get her out of here quick, but it takes time to wash her long hair when she has vomit in it. I slapped her hands and told her to behave. Oh boy, telling a drunk Amy she can't have something she thinks is fun to play with. Not good even when she is sober, useless when she is drunk. Victoria! There are times when I hate your job! This should be you doing this.

I finally got her out. Then we had more fun. Drying off a drunk Amy. Oh goody! Since I am drying off her hair and upper body with both my hands, well of course that means she can play with Daddy's privates again, since he has no hands to stop her, right? That's the way things go in Amy's (drunk) world. Then, when I moved my hands down to her lower body to dry her, that means if you are Amy you are free to throw your hands around Daddy's neck and try that tongue kissing thing again. Finally, I said the hell with drying her, she can just sleep on wet sheets, so I picked her up and carried her into bed, laid her down, covered her up, kissed her cheek, moving fast before she decided to do the tongue thing again, and started to leave the room.

"Daddy? Would you sleep with me? I want to cuddle, I can't go to sleep."

Damn. How do you know? You have only tried for 7 seconds! Did I say she was my favorite? I think she just slipped two points below the jerk, cop #1! Just kidding.

I crawled into bed and snuggled up behind her, with my arm around her waist. Go to sleep, Amy.

Then, after a few minutes, she started crying.

"Amy, what's wrong?"

"Why did they do all those awful things to Cindi, Daddy? It was terrible. And she saved me, Daddy. She let them do it to save me. Why did she do that, Daddy? It wasn't fair. She is so sweet and never was mean to anyone and they made her do those awful things, and it hurt her so much. And it was all because of me. I tease her all the time and called her a bitch when she was hurting so bad and I did not even know she sucked cocks to save me. How can I ever make that up to her?" she sobbed.

"Amy, honey, did you watch that movie when you found it?"

"Y... y... yes. Please don't be mad at me." Damn. Why did I forget about that thing? I wish I had remembered to throw it out like I meant to.

"Honey, she did those things because she loves you. I think you would have done the same for her if you had to. They did it because they were bad boys. And they paid the price for it. You make it up to Cindi by loving her, and being nice to her, just as you always do. Honey, Cindi likes your teasing, just as we all do. Her fun is in not letting you know that."

"Daddy, will you make love to me tonight?"

"No, honey, I won't. You're drunk, and you don't know what you are asking."

"Daddy, did Mommy kill those boys, because they hurt one of her babies?"

Before I could answer, I heard her snoring gently. "I don't know, Amy" I lied, whispering, and got up and went into the living room.

The next day was Saturday, so, fortunately, Amy could sleep late. She slept so late that she missed cheerleader practice for the first time in her life. Cindi went anyway. She woke up a little after noon, and came looking for me. Since I had given up on drying her off, she had slept in wet hair, and it was frightful looking, sticking out everywhere. When she came into the room, I took one look at her, and screamed "Monster, Monster!" and jumped behind the couch, peering out around the edge. She did not think it was funny at all. She gave me a dirty look and said "Very funny, DAD!"

I asked her how she was feeling. I will not repeat her answer. Amazing how she can give a non-repeatable answer and not say a single bad word. Then she climbed up into my lap, and hid her face in my shirt.

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I'm so embarrassed."

"You didn't know the punch was spiked, honey."

"I don't mean for that. I mean for last night in the shower, and in bed." She was red now. "I'm sorry for the things I said and did, Daddy".

"It's ok, sweetie. Everybody does embarrassing things when they are drunk. Remember that."

She hid her head in my neck, looking the other way in acute embarrassment.

"Daddy, did I really ask you to make love to me last night?" She whispered softly.

I moved her head, holding it between my hands, and made her look at me.

"Amy, you and your Mom are the two most beautiful women I know. If I were 20 years younger and not your dad, I would have been proud last night to be the first one to make love to you. Make that just not being your Dad. I wouldn't care about the age difference."

I must have said something right, because she just beamed, lighting up the whole room. Then the true Amy came back. She grinned at me.

"Who said you would have been my first?"

Brat! She said it just as I was drinking, and I spit my drink all over the place. She laughed hysterically.

"You are just too easy!" I tickled her until her head hurt. Serves her right. Suddenly I was embarrassed. That does not happen often with me.

"Would I... would I have been your first?" I asked quietly. Why are you asking this? Do you really want to know?

She looked at me shyly for a second, then reached out and touched my cheek softly. "Poor Daddy. Its hard being a parent, isn't it? Especially to a smart-assed, genius kid like me." She smiled at me sweetly. "You know me, Daddy. You already know the answer to that. Yes, it is the answer you are hoping for. But thank you for asking. I love you, Daddy."

Of course, my little smart-assed genius kid always has to have the last laugh. She grinned impishly.

"But, of course, the day is yet young! And you may not know me as well as you think you do!" Snot. I tickled her until she cried for mercy.

Amy spent the entire day cuddled on the couch with me. Snuggling, or lying with her head on my lap, dozing. Just about every position she could think of to try to get comfortable. It was a nice day. I bet she has learned her lesson about drinking. Poor little thing. It was a wonderful day, one of the best I'd had. She did get sick one more time during the day. You do not realize how much you love someone, or how much he or she trusts and loves you, until you hold their head, holding their hair out of the way, while they puke their guts out. Afterwards, she lay on my lap, sighing contentedly and dozing as I softly rubbed her stomach, then her temples, trying to make her feel better. The smiles she lit up the room with as I stroked her were well worth holding her head while she puked. I did not even ask what the impish little grin was about. I did not think I wanted to know! I wondered if it had anything to do with the soft, gentle trailing of my fingertips up the inside of her leg. Once. I did not dare do it again. Amy slept with me that night. I don't think either of us moved or stopped cuddling all night long.

Sunday, Amy stayed home from practice again. When Cindi told me she was going alone again, I went in to check on Amy again. She said she still felt "yucky". I love these scientific terms, just loaded with hard data that makes it all clear what she means. She threw up again, and seemed to have a mild fever, and felt weak all over. Hmm. Seemed to be more than a hangover. Monday I offered to stay home with her, as she was still sick; had a sore throat now, too, but she said to go on, she would be fine. I called her several times during the day; she said she was ok, but it wasn't the perky Amy I normally talk to. I called her just before I left for home, but she did not answer. Asleep, I guess.

When I got home, I went to see how she was, not wanting to call out and disturb her if she was asleep. I found her on her bed, lying on her back, she and the bed soaked in sweat. She was tossing fitfully in her sleep, mumbling incoherently. I went in and touched her forehead. She was burning up. I thought I would change her out of her sweaty nightclothes; see if I could make her more comfortable. When I unbuttoned her top, and opened it up to take it off, I saw the red rash on her chest and stomach, and my blood ran cold. I checked her pulse - rapid and thready. Respiration shallow. This was not good. I quickly got a cold washrag and put it on her forehead, then went into the living room and dialed the emergency room at the hospital. Because they knew who I am, I would get better service by calling the ED rather than 911. When they answered the emergency line, I identified myself.

"I need an ambulance immediately, this is a medical emergency. I have a case of suspected severe systemic septicemia. Please hurry." I gave them my address; they said one would be there in less than five minutes and they would notify the doctors that we were coming in.

I then called Rebecca's house, and asked her mom to take Cindi over to her house when she picked her and Rebecca up after practice. I would call her later. She could tell by my voice that something was wrong, but she could also tell that now was not the time to ask.

Almost immediately after I hung up, the ambulance arrived. The paramedics looked at her, stuck a thermometer in her mouth, started an IV, and moved her to the ambulance. We were at the hospital in five minutes.

Hospital emergency rooms are not designed for the comfort of visitors. They are designed for treating patients. They are variably effective at that. However, they are really designed to treat critically ill patients, and when that patient is a particularly well liked child of a staff member, they excel beyond all expectations. They wheeled her in, checked her vital signs, and immediately carted her off to MICU. I did not even know she had gone upstairs, until I was finished talking to the ER staff.

"Can I see her now?" I asked.

"I'm sorry; she has been moved to MICU already." She gave me the doctor's name.

When I got up to the ICU, I looked up the doctor.

"How is she?"

"We will know better once we have some test results back. We started her on some wide spectrum antibiotics and some medicines to try to stabilize her heartbeat, blood pressure and respiration, and are trying to bring her fever down a little. She's a very sick girl." I asked to see her chart He showed me what they had so far, and I'm sure my face must have turned pale.

"Are you all right?"

"Can I see her?"

"Yes. Try to stay out of the way. I can't guarantee she will know you are there, though."

I went in to see her. She looked awful. She had IV's in both arms, monitors hooked up everywhere, and I could tell they would soon be putting her on a ventilator. I went over to her bed, took her hand, and held it.

She squeezed my hand! I bent down, and kissed her forehead, and she opened her eyes.

"Hi Daddy," she said weakly. "I'm sorry I am so much trouble and scared you. You know me, I will do anything for attention and to get out of school, "she teased.

"Bah! You'll have to try harder than that to get my attention," I said bravely. "A little touch of the flu, you'll be back home tomorrow."

"Liar," she whispered. "Have you called Mommy yet? You had better get her here. Cindi too." The nurse appeared and said she needed to put the ventilator mask on. "I love you, Daddy," she breathed.

"I love you too, Sweetie", I said, and left the room.

I went out into the waiting room, and then went to the nursing station. I asked to use a phone. One of the nurses, looked up, recognized me, took one look at my face, and led me to the nurses' private room. She asked the two nurses in there to please go use the conference room, set a phone in front of me, told me to buzz her if I needed anything, and left, shutting the door. I put my head down, wiped a few tears out of my eyes, and made a phone call. Then I called Victoria.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hi!" She said happily. "This is a pleasant surprise! How are you?"

"Ok."

Pause. "What's wrong?" she asked concern in her voice.

"Amy's sick"

"Is she ok?"

"Victoria, you need to come home right now. Immediately."

She did not ask unnecessary questions. "I don't know how soon I can get a flight out of here."

"Don't worry about that. Where are you?" She told me where she was staying. Good. Right where I thought she would be. I already knew, without looking that up, where the nearest base was.

"There is a helicopter waiting at the hospital across the street from you. Go to the Emergency room, and ask for the director. Identify yourself. They will fly you to the base outside town. When you get there, identify yourself to Captain Jensen. He will meet you at the pad. They have a jet waiting for you. Do not bring any luggage with you; there will not be room for anything else. There will be a helicopter waiting at the Base here for you, to bring you to the hospital. Oh, and Victoria, if you have eaten, better ask for an airsick bag if you get sick on high speed military jets."

"Honey - what's going on? You're scaring me." The tremor in her voice verified that.

"Just get here, Victoria. Get going now. We will talk when you get here," I said, my voice breaking.

"Bye. I love you," she said, and hung up.

Next, I called Rebecca's house. Cindi answered the phone on the first ring.

"Daddy" she said, as soon as she knew it was me. "What's wrong with Amy? She is not home, and you are not home. She's sick and in the hospital, isn't she?" She sounded really upset.

"Cindi, how do you know Amy is sick and in the hospital?"

"I can just feel it. Rebecca's mom will drive me down there. Amy wants to see me and I want to see her, too". She sounded like she would be crying any minute.

"Honey, why don't you get a good night's sleep, and I will pick you up in the morning and bring you down here to see her".

"No! I am coming tonight. Daddy, she's not ok," she whispered. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she said and she hung up. I sat there listening to a dial tone. What a strange conversation.

I went in and checked on Amy again. She squeezed my hand when I held hers, but could not talk well because of the ventilator. She looked scared. I squeezed her hand and told her I loved her. She smiled and looked a little better. I just sat there with her for about an hour, holding her hand and talking to her. About an hour and a half after I talked to Victoria, I heard what sounded like a sonic boom. Amy opened her eyes and looked up at me. Victoria's here, I thought.

"That's Mommy. She'll be here in a few minutes." Amy smiled and mouthed thank you. I told her Cindi should be here shortly, too. She smiled more at that.

About 15 minutes later, I saw Victoria and Cindi walk into the ICU. They had apparently seen each other in the lobby as they walked in. I went out to meet them. A nurse was moving to intercept them, probably to tell Victoria that Cindi could not come in to visit - there were minimum age restrictions in the ICU. She was a new nurse that did not know any of us. I walked up to her to try to head off a scene. I really did not want someone telling Victoria she could not bring Cindi in. The way Cindi looked, I was not sure who would explode first.

"It's ok. She can come in. She's her twin sister."

"I'm sorry, but..."

"We're going in", I interrupted her. "Go get the hospital administrator. If he wants to throw her out, tell him to come see me." We turned around and walked towards Amy's room. Victoria looked at me with a strange look on her face.

"I've never been in an F-15, flying on afterburners across the country before. In flight refueling is a little scary".

I ignored her, and took them in to see Amy. They ran up to her, and hugged and kissed. Cindi looked briefly shocked at how Amy looked, and then she blanked her facial expression. The nurse said she would take off the ventilator mask for a while, and put a nose clip on instead.

Amy smiled weakly at Cindi.

"It's ok, I know I look terrible."

They all hugged, cried and kissed for a while, and then the doctor and nurse came in.

"I have the test results. Let's go somewhere where we can talk."

"No. I want to hear what you have to say," Amy said.

"I'm staying too," said Cindi. The doctor looked at Victoria and I, and we just shrugged. We were going to tell them what he said, anyway.

"And tell it to me straight; I don't want any BS. I understand your jargon," Amy stated emphatically.

"Ok", he sighed. "Your daughter is a very critically ill girl. She has a systemic infection throughout her whole body. So far, the antibiotics have not made much headway. It may be viral, in which case the antibiotics are not going to do any good anyway. There are signs the infection may be starting to affect many of her organs. Her blood pressure is beginning to fluctuate, her urine output is dropping, and her liver enzymes are showing a mild increase, along with her heart enzymes. If we cannot get it under control, her organs will begin to shut down. We will know more in the next 12 hours. We can do little else. If we don't get some improvement in the next 12 hours, the chances of survival are not good."

Well, she wanted it straight. Cindi and Victoria look like they were in shock. I was marginally better, but only because I knew this was what I was going to hear. Amy, surprisingly, looked calmer than she was before.

"What is causing this?" Victoria asked.

"About one in a million times, a relatively harmless virus, influenza or a cold virus, something like that, suddenly goes out of control. We don't know why it happens." As we talked, Amy seemed to drift off to sleep. I looked at the monitors and realized she was probably unconscious. I could see the nurse and doctor recognized it too.

"That's it?" Cindi finally exploded. "All this modern medicine and drugs, and you're telling us that you can't do anything and unless something changes all by itself, she is going to die?" She was yelling now, tears pouring down her face. "That's it?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry, my ass! If you cannot do anything, then get the fuck out of here! Both of you! GET OUT! NOW!" she screamed.

"Cindi!" I started. Victoria tried to hug her, but she refused to be held. She just looked at the doctor and nurse, and pointed her finger at the door. They stood there, stunned, and when they didn't move, she shoved them towards the door. "GET OUT!" she screamed again.

"I think maybe we should leave for awhile. We will be back later." They headed for the door.

Victoria and I stood there, in shock. At Amy's prognosis. At Cindi's outburst. At everything. We were openly crying ourselves. Amy was fortunately oblivious to it all.

Cindi walked over to us, and held our hands in hers.

"Mom? Dad? Do you love me?" she whispered.

   It was my mother inlaw.i never talked about her before but after this i looked at her in a hole new light.she was 39 at the time 5'1" tall about 120 lbs.about a 36 c tits. she turned and locked the door and started getting undressed.hadnt even thought of seeing her till now.i had a instant hardon. she had a sexy body her tits hung alittle but wre still a little perky.she got in the tub and washed up but then i was more suprised. she layed back in the tub and started playing with herself she worked herself up into a orgasium and so didn't i watching her.anyway my wife got home at 11:30 and i fucked her for about 2 hrs she didn't know what to think.

more to come of my obcession with my sister inlaws and motherinlaw

   I guess I should tell you something about myself. I’m thirty-four years old, light brown hair and I have a fairly good figure. My measurements are 36B, 28, 38. I know I could stand to lose a few pounds but most of us could. I have been married for three years to a great guy who takes excellent care of me in bed and out, but he is kind of a prude about certain things. Like he would probably have a heart attack if he knew some of the things I did before we ever met. Some of you may have read a story I wrote about when I worked at a skating rink. There were other things as well like my brother was my first lover but that is another story. I have recently been chatting online and swapping pics with other women, I have some pics my exboyfriend took 4years ago before he was killed in a car wreck. I even have some younger boys who like to jerk off for me on cam.

   Anyway back to what happened. I quickly stripped and lay on his bed and began playing with myself. I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples causing me to moan as I put my panties up to my nose so I could smell his dried cum. I slid my hand down to my pussy. I was soaking wet so I slid two fingers into my waiting hole. I moaned as I thought of Ricky between my legs fucking me hard. I wondered how big his dick was. I fucked myself faster and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I put a third finger in my dripping pussy and rubbed my clit with my other hand. I was so close to having a mind blowing orgasm. I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it as my hips came off the bed and I screamed “OH RICKY. FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR MOM! MAKE ME CUM! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR DICK IN ME SO BAD!” My hips were bucking trying to get my fingers deeper in my pussy as my juices were flowing out of me making a big wet spot on his bed.

   I lay there panting trying to catch my breath when I got a wild idea. I took the panties I had found and wiped my pussy with them till they were as wet as if they had just come out of the washer. It was getting late in the afternoon and I knew he would be home from school soon. I quickly got dressed and changed the sheets on his bed then put the wet panties under the mattress for him to find. He came in and after his snack he went to his room to ‘study’. It was all I could do not to breakout laughing as I thought of him finding the wet panties.

   At dinner that night he was very quiet and would barely look at me. But when he did I just smiled. My husband was going to be out of town that weekend and most of the next week on business. My mind was racing with ideas of what I could do. Ricky ruined my plans when he asked if his friend Scott could spend the night Friday. I reluctantly agreed then thought ‘oh well, Scott’s cute it may be fun to watch him run around here in his boxers like they always do.’

   Friday came and my husband left saying he should be home Wednesday. I played online all day. I must have cum seven or eight times while I watched some thirteen and fourteen year old boys jerk off. I even have one special boy who eats his cum for me, damn that always makes me cum so hard. It was finally four o’clock and the boys came in from school. Ricky has dark hair and about average height for his age but Scott is at least five inches taller and he has bright red hair and a ton of freckles. I really have a thing for redheads ever since I was thirteen and my cousin Shelly, who has flaming red hair, and I started playing around.

   The evening went as usual, we ordered pizza and the boys played video games, they even got old Mom to play some games. It was getting late and I told them goodnight and went to bed. I could hear them still playing games as I lay in bed slowly rubbing my pussy till I fell asleep. I thought I heard something and looked at my clock it read one-thirty. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a pee. I never understood why you say ‘take a pee’ I’ve never taken anything from the bathroom I always leave something; oh well back to the story. I saw the light in the den was on so I peeked in to see what they were doing. I almost fell over when I saw what was on the computer screen. It was a picture of me NUDE. Ricky and Scott had figured out my password and were looking at the pics of me that my ex had taken. Not only were they looking at the pics but they had their dicks out and were jerking off. I tried to get a look at their dicks but they were sitting with their backs to me and all I could see was their arms moving.

   “Man your mom is so hot. I’d love to fuck her.”

   “Me too, I’ve been thinking about her since the day I found these pics.”

   They clicked to another pic. I felt my pussy getting wetter as I listened to them. “Holy Shit, look at her sucking that cock.” Scott said as I watched his arm move faster. “I wonder who the guy is.”

   “I think it’s my real dad. These pics look a few years old.”

   “Wow he had a pretty nice dick. I can see where you get yours from.”

   “Thanks but mine’s not near as big as yours. And you have more hair than I do.”

   “Let’s see what else she has on here.” Scott said as he clicked through the files. They looked at all the pics I have then they watched the movies I have of boys on cam. Then they found the stories I have written and read about my younger days.

   “Man I’m so horny I think I’m gonna explode.” Scott said as he finished reading.

   “Yea me too. That was such a hot story.”

   “You think it’s true?”

   “I don’t know but I’d love to find out.” They both laughed as they kept jerking off.

   “Hey, maybe we should go see if she would do us. I mean you did say that you think she left her wet panties for you.”

   “I know but I don’t think she’d really do anything.”

    I don’t know what happened but something inside me snapped. Here were two young boys wanting to fuck me and I was gonna make their dreams come true. I pulled my night shirt over my head and stepped into the den. “If you boys are tired of looking at pictures maybe you’d like to see the real thing.” I couldn’t believe I’d said that but I was so horny I swear I could feel my juice running down my thigh.

  They both jumped and tried to hide their hard cocks but I walked over to them and pulled their hands away and got my first look at these sweet young cocks.

   “B-B-But M-Mom what are you doing?”

   “I’m fulfilling everybody’s fantasy. I’m gonna have some young cock and you two are gonna get your first taste of pussy.” As I said this I took them in my hands and marveled at how nice they were. Ricky’s was about four inches long and as thick as my two little fingers. He had just a few dark hairs just above it and it jerked in my hand as I gave it a small squeeze. Scott’s dick was bigger about five inches and as thick as my two middle fingers and he had a nice little patch of bright red hair. “You boys both look delicious.” I said as I dropped to my knees in front of them. I looked at both of these hard boy cocks and I knew there was no going back as I leaned forward and took my son’s cock completely in my mouth.

   “OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD! MY MOM IS SUCKING MY DICK!” Ricky moaned as I sucked his young cock.

“I can’t believe it your dick is in your mom’s mouth. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Suck him Mrs. Welles suck your son’s cock.”

   I moaned around Ricky’s cock as I bobbed my head faster. I also had Scott’s hard dick in my hand and was slowly stroking it. I knew neither one would last long so I switched and started sucking Scott’s young cock. Taking him completely in my mouth I could feel the head of his cock just starting to enter my throat. I moved faster as I felt his dick get even harder then start to throb. I pulled back till just the head was in my mouth and licked around the rim of it. That was all it took and his cock jerked and I felt the first shot of his young sweet cum fill my mouth.

   “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING! I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS! OH SHIT SUCK MY COCK! SWALLOW MY CUM! He screamed as shot after shot of hot boy cum filled my mouth. I held it in my mouth as long as I could savoring the taste then I swallowed it loving the feel of it sliding down my throat. Scott’s knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor as I swallowed the last of his cum.

   Ricky was standing there watching his mom swallow his best friend’s cum. His mouth was open and his dick was jerking. God how I wanted to taste my baby’s cum. I pushed him back into the chair then crawled between his legs. I gave his hard cock a lick and looked into his eyes and said. “Now Momma’s gonna suck her little man’s hard cock. I want you to fill my mouth with your hot cum.”

   I started sucking his dick licking the shaft and head as I bobbed up and down. I pulled my mouth off it with a loud pop then licked down the shaft to his hairless balls. I took each one in my mouth and gently sucked causing him to moan loudly. I grabbed a hold of his legs and pulled him toward me till his ass was barely on the seat. I licked lower licking along his smooth ass crack. He moaned and his legs jerked as my tongue ran over his young asshole.

   “HOLY SHIT MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OH FUCK THAT’S AMAZING!” He groaned as I forced my tongue up his tight ass. I continued licking his ass while I looked up into his face. I could see his cock jerking and he was lifting his ass off the chair. I knew he was about to shoot a fountain of cum. I pulled my tongue from his ass and took his dick back in my mouth. I had been fucking my self with my fingers so I took my hand from my pussy and slid my wet finger up his tight ass. That did it he grabbed my head and humped his crotch into my face and he screamed as I felt the first shot of my boys cum splash against the back of my throat.

   “OH FUCK MOM, I’M CUMMING! OH SHIT I’M SHOOTING MY LOAD IN MY MOM’S MOUTH! FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR FINGER! OH GOD IT’S AMAZING!”

   I kept sucking his cock and had my finger buried deep in his ass. I could feel his asshole gripping my finger as he filled my mouth with twelve year old cum. I moaned as I swallowed his sweet load and suddenly my body shook as my own orgasm swept over my body. I slammed three fingers of my left hand up my wet cunt and I felt it spasm as I covered my hand with my hot sticky fluid.

   I fell to the floor exhausted. I lay there catching my breath and enjoying the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. I looked up and Scot was stroking his hard cock and Ricky had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I was amazed his cock was still hard and standing proud.

   “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen Mrs. Wel….”

   I cut him off and said. “Please Scott call me Lisa or if you want call me mom.” I looked and as I said mom his dick jerked and I knew that excited him. I looked at the boys sitting there and said. “If my two boys will help their mom up we can go to my bedroom and have some more fun.”

   I lay on the bed with a boy on each side of me. I pulled Ricky’s face to mine and kissed him. He was unsure what to do so I slipped my tongue into his mouth and he quickly got the idea and our tongues wrestled passionately. Scott was sitting on my other side and he started playing with my left breast. He squeezed it then he rubbed and pinched the nipple. I was moaning into Ricky’s mouth and I pushed his hand to my other breast. I was in heaven it had been several years since I had had two people pleasing me. I pushed Ricky’s head down to my breast and he sucked my swollen nipple into his mouth.

   “Oh yes baby suck momma’s nipple just like when you were a baby. I loved it then and I really love it now.”

   Scott looked at me and said. “What about me? Can I suck momma’s nipple too?”

   I pulled his head to my breast and said. “Oh yes, let me feel both of my boys sucking momma’s tits.”

   I felt a hand on my pussy. I didn’t know, nor did I care whose it was. I felt an inexperienced finger trying to find my hole then I groaned as it slipped in. suddenly I felt anther hand rubbing my pussy then another finger slip inside. My ass was lifting off the bed trying to get their fingers deeper in my wet cunt. I pushed their heads lower and said. “I don’t care who does it but somebody lick my pussy.”

   They both went for my pussy and I could feel two tongues licking me. I knew I was about to explode as one of them licked along my slit then I felt his tongue go deep in my pussy. I shivered as the other tongue slid over my clit. I grabbed his head and held him so he would stay on my clit. I felt my pussy contract and I screamed as I came so hard I thought I would die.

   “OH FUCK! EAT ME BOYS! MAKE MOMMA CUM! OH SHIT! THAT’S IT LICK ME RIGHT THERE!” I humped my ass hard against their tongues as I covered their faces with my hot girl cum.

   As my orgasm passed I looked at my cute young boys their faces wet with my cum and I had to laugh as I pulled them both to me and licked their faces clean. I looked at Ricky and said. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your hard cock in my wet pussy.”

   He crawled between my legs and I reached down and positioned his dick at the mouth of my wet cunt. I looked in his eyes and said. “Fuck me son. Let your momma feel your hard cock.” He pushed and I felt him slide in I started cumming again as my baby boy fucked me. As Ricky was fucking me Scott moved to where I could suck his cock. I was moaning as I sucked him and my son fucked me. I pulled Scott’s dick from my mouth and put it up to Ricky’s. He looked at me and I said. “Suck it son. I want you to suck his cock.” Obediently he opened his mouth and took Scott’s dick in his mouth. Scott wasn’t sure what to think but he started fucking Ricky’s face. I was cumming again as I watched my son suck his friend’s cock.

  Ricky was having a hard time keeping his rhythm as he fucked me and sucked Scott. I gently pushed Ricky from between my legs and moved them into a 69 position. Scott immediately swallowed Ricky’s cock and I sat back and watched them sucking. I rubbed my wet pussy then I wet a finger on both hands and slid them up each of the boy’s asshole. Ricky moaned as I fucked his ass but Scott flinched when he felt my finger pushing in. He finally relaxed and I slid my fingers in and out of them. They were sucking hard on each other’s cock. Then I saw Scott start to shake and I knew he was pumping his cum into my son’s mouth. Ricky swallowed as fast as he could but a little leaked out of his mouth. Then his body stiffened and he filled Scott’s mouth with his cum. I could feel their assholes grip my fingers as they swallowed the others cum.

   As their orgasms subsided they pulled their mouths off their softening dicks. I kissed each of them savoring the taste of boy cum from each of them. We were all exhausted and we fell asleep in each others arms. I was so happy having a thirteen year old on both sides of me.

   I awoke the next day about noon. I looked over and the boys were busy sucking each other. I looked at them and said. “Can I join in?” They laughed and attacked me each sucking a hard nipple. I felt their hands on my pussy then I felt Ricky’s finger rubbing my asshole. I groaned as he slipped it in. I love being fucked in the ass. I had Scott lay on his back and I straddled him lining his cock up with my pussy. I sat down on it feeling it slip into me. I told Ricky to get the tube of lube from the dresser and rub it all over his cock and my ass. He covered his cock then he slid a finger up my ass then another. I was moaning as he fingered my ass.

   “Ok now put your dick in my ass.”

   He positioned himself then I felt him push. It was amazing my little boy’s dick slid up my ass and I heard him groan as he started fucking me slowly. I started moving my hips up and down on Scott’s dick getting in rhythm with Ricky. I was moaning as I felt their dicks rubbing against each other. I hadn’t felt like this in years.

   “OH FUCK I’M CUMMING!” Scott screamed and I felt his hot cum coating the walls of my pussy. That triggered my orgasm and I groaned as my pussy and ass squeezed their young cocks. I felt Ricky slam into me one last time then his dick spit hot boy cum deep in my ass. The room was filled with our moans and screams as pleasure rocked our bodies.

   We lay there holding each other knowing we could never go back to the way we were before we discovered the pleasure we could give each other. The rest of the day was spent trying every possible combination and position. I watched as the boys fucked each other and they each filled all of my openings. Scott stayed the next night and he still spends a lot of time at our house. We have been talking about trying to get his mom or his older sister involved but we haven’t figured out how to make that happen. The boys know I’m bi and they want to watch me eat another woman. My husband still doesn’t know what’s happening and I make sure I keep him satisfied as well. I think I have it made, two young boys and a great husband, how could life get any better.

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CHAPTER 2      A New Dynamic

 

I get up from the table and say “We should all clean up.  I’ll clean up from dinner while you all go shower off.  If you want to shower together, that’s fine, use the big walk-in in our bedroom.  But noooo fucking.  That is something we can share together, and besides, I want to be there the first time you girls fuck your father, if you choose to.  Do you girls want to have your father’s cock up inside you?”

They both shake their heads vigorously, and Dan gets a huge grin on his face.

“Well, for now, you can blow him and eat each other’s pussies if you’d like.”

Dan’s cock starts getting hard again hearing this.  They all nod in agreement & head up the stairs.  The entire room smells of sex.  I clean up the dinner table and mop the floor.  After I’m finished, I head upstairs to join the family in the shower.

As I enter the master bedroom, the site before me hits me like sledgehammer.

The master bath is more like an additional space in the master bedroom than a separate room.  When you walk into the bedroom, which is 15’ deep x 25’ wide with a 12’ ceiling, the king size bed is on your left, with night stands on both sides, and an armoire in the far left corner. To the right of the door is the raised hot-tub.  The hot-tub is between the bedroom area and the walk-in shower. The shower is raised to the same level as the hot-tub surround, so you have to walk up 4 steps to get into it.  The shower area is 6’ deep by 10’ long, with clear Plexiglas walls.  When you walk into it, you are facing the right wall 6’ away from you, away from the bedroom.  You turn to your right to actually enter the shower area.  There is a tiled-in bench 30” deep x 18” high that runs the length of the shower along the right wall. There are multiple shower heads along the right & front walls.  The hot-tub holds 8 people tops.  So if you’re in the hot tub, you’re looking at the feet of anyone in the shower, through the Plexiglas wall between you. There is no wall between the bedroom area and the raised tub, so you can be in the bed and see what’s going on in the bath area.  The entire room floor is covered in stone tile, simply transitioning from one color to another as you move from the bed to the bath area.

What I see before me gets me immediately wet.  June is lying on the shower floor on her back.  Dawn is squatting over her, getting her pussy eaten thoroughly.  In front of Dawn stands Dan, getting the blowjob of his life.

I casually walk in and turn on the water for the hot tub.  Dan gives me a lascivious smile, and gestures for me to join them.  I shake my head no, and proceed to add bubble bath & seltzers to the tub.  After the tub is full, I turn on the massage jets and climb in.  I like my baths hot, and it takes me a minute to settle into the very warm water.  As I settle in, I get comfortable in one of the molded-in seats with the jets built into the bottom.  My back is to the bedroom, so I’m facing the shower and catching the full show.  I adjust one of the jets between my legs so it shoots right onto my pussy and clit.  I start to masturbate while continuing to watch my family pleasure each other.

After a good 10 minutes of Dawn’s slow ministrations, Dan starts to clench his jaw; and I know he’s about to cum.  I increase the rhythm on my own efforts, hoping to cum with Dan.  He tries to pull back; but Dawn pulls him in deeper, driving the head of his cock way past her throat.  Dan blows his load, and Dawn doesn’t even have to swallow.  I climax right after, ramming as much of my hand as I can into my pussy, riding it for all it’s worth.  At the same time, Dawn has a crashing orgasm; and gushes her juices all over June’s face.  After she calms down, Dawn stands up, so June can get off of the floor.  They all take a minute to relax sitting on the bench.

“June, dear, would you mind tearing yourself away and joining me in the tub?  It seems like you got the short end of the stick in that situation; and I’d like to take care of that,” I say.

June gives me a smirk & steps out of the shower.  She starts to get into the tub; but pulls her foot back out, surprised.

“Wow, that’s hot.”

“Oh, sorry.  I like my baths very warm.  It’s more relaxing that way.  The last time you girls and I shared a bath you were very young; and I didn’t make your bathwater nearly this warm.  Now that you know what to expect, why don’t you try again, but go slowly.  Your body will adjust.”

June starts to put her left foot back into the water.  She just holds it a few inches under water until she gets used to it.  She gradually puts her entire left leg into the tub, stopping to let it adjust to the temperature.  Her pussy is only an inch above the water, spread open because one leg is in and one is out.  I playfully bring my foot up from under her & wiggle my big toe between her pussy lips.  She squeals in surprise; but then grabs my foot and drives it deeper into her pussy, as she continues to stand there.

“It’s been long enough,” I say.  “You should start working on getting the rest of you into the tub.”

I pull my foot out of her pussy as I talk.  She gives me a disappointed look, but swings her right leg over and puts her foot into the tub.  After another minute, both legs are fully in the tub, and June starts to settle herself down into the water.  I reinsert my foot into her lovebox, while she continues to settle deeper into the water.  As she gets deeper into the tub, she is able to spread her legs further apart and still support herself.  Removing my foot from her pussy, I move off of my seat into a squatting position in front of June.  I start finger fucking her with one hand, while I play with her asshole with my other.  June gasps.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“What does it feel like I’m doing?  I’m fingering your asshole.  Don’t you like it?”

“Well, I’m not sure. It feels good, but weird.”

“There are a lot of nerves around the anus.  It’s very sensitive.  I personally love it when your father plays with my ass.  It sends me into orbit.  Just relax and enjoy.”

This whole time, Dawn & Dan are just sitting on the bench watching & listening, stroking each others sexes slowly and tenderly.

As I continue to play with June’s holes, she settles the rest of her body into the water, though I’ve pretty much been holding her lower half just below the surface, so now she’s basically floating below the surface, with her tits sticking out above the water.  She starts to moan as I continue my ministrations.  I move both hands to her ass cheeks, raise her pussy out of the water; and bury my face in her snatch.  As I eat her pussy and suck on her clit, I slide my left hand over towards her ass crack, and slide my middle finger up into her ass.  She lets out a squeak as her eyes open wide; and then relaxes with a contented smile on her face.  I work my finger further in, and rub on the back wall of her pussy from inside her ass. She starts to buck; and I quicken the pace of my sucking and licking.  After less than a minute of this sexual barrage her pussy convulses and sprays me with her juices.  I lap them up like a thirsty puppy.  Once she comes down, I remove my finger from her ass & lower her body back into the water.

“How was that?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“That was amazing!” she gushes.  I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm in my life!”

“Never overlook the pleasures available to you through the back door,” I respond.  “And I’m not talking about our pool.”

Everyone laughs, and I gesture to Dan and Dawn to join us in the hot tub.  Dan gets in fairly quickly, as he is used to sharing my baths with me on occasion, though he prefers the water a little more tepid.  Dawn takes a while getting in, going through the same motions as June to get used to the water.  June plays with Dawn’s pussy while she’s getting in, but just enough to tease, not crank her up.  Once we’re all settled, the conversation turns back to the upcoming vacation with the Larsen’s.

“So, are there any questions or concerns anyone has about our vacation?” Dan opens.

“I’m just glad I’ll get a better look at Mr. Larsen’s, I mean Bill’s, cock,” Dawn offers.

“A better look?” Dan asks.

“I’ll fill you in later, honey,” I interject.  “Nothing major.  Dawn told me about it years ago.”

We’re all silent for a few moments, when June speaks up.

“What about Diane seeing us naked?” June asks.  “She doesn’t do anything with her bush, & might be put off by our bare pussies…and her daughter’s.”

Diane’s daughter, Jessica, is 5’2”, 110#, and kind of skinny.  She has a 32B chest with dark brown cone shaped nipples.  She has 30” hips and a 26” waist.  She is very cute and has her mother’s darker complexion.

“Jessica’s pussy is bald too?” Dan asks, lust behind the question.

“Like the day she was born,” Dawn interjects.  “June and I have had Jessie over lots of times for naked swimming.  The first time she was over a few years ago, she saw that June was bald, and asked about it.  She just assumed that I hadn’t gotten my bush in yet.  We told her that we got our pussies waxed once a month; but we didn’t tell her about Mom.  We weren’t sure Mom would be OK with Jessie knowing she waxed her pussy.  She asked if Mom was cool with it; and we just told her that she was.  Anyway, she seemed to accept it as just the way things were; but she wasn’t interested in removing the hair from her own pussy.”

June picked up the story.

“So, about a year ago, Dawn, Jessie, and I are out by the pool getting some sun in the buff.  Out comes Mom in her birthday suit to join us, not knowing Jessie had come over.  I think she was out running errands or something.  Anyway, Mom sees Jessie and stops short of her lounge chair.  She says ‘Oh, hi Jessica.  I didn’t realize you were over.’  Jessie immediately notices that Mom’s pussy is bare.  She stares right at it!  Mom didn’t seem to know what to say, so she just sat down on her chair & grabbed some baby oil.  While Mom was applying the baby oil, Jessie is looking at us like ‘why didn’t you tell me your mom is bald?’  It was kinda funny. 

So Jessie gets up out of her seat and actually goes over to talk to Mom.  Mom’s still rubbing the oil into her skin, and had just gotten down to her pussy.  She stopped rubbing it in and asked Jessie if she had a question about the fact that her ‘pubic mound’ was bare.  Both Dawn and I cracked up!  We told Mom that no one calls it their pubic mound; we all call it a pussy.  ‘I didn’t know what Jessie called it, and didn’t want to offend,’ Mom said.  Mom gave us an angry glance and turned her attention back to Jessie.  ‘So, Jessie, what can I tell you about my bald pussy?’ she asked.  ‘Why do you wax it?’ Jessie wanted to know.  Mom went back to rubbing the baby oil into her skin, starting to work on her pussy.  ‘Well, for one thing, it feels better and cleaner when I can rub the baby oil directly into the skin instead of through pubic hair.  I also find that it improves sex with Dan, as it makes my skin more sensitive.  Does that answer your question?’  ‘Yea…thanks Mrs. Anderson.’ Was all Jessie could say.  Dawn and I started laughing again.  Jessie came back over and sat down.  Later, after Mom went back inside, she told us she thought it was really cool that Mom had been so honest with her, and that after seeing a bald pussy on an adult, she had decided she’d like to try it after all.  I asked her what she thought her Mom would think.  She told us that her Mom never saw her naked, because of the common bathroom between her and Nick’s room that she uses.  The next day Dawn took her down to see Georgette at the salon and had it all removed.  She goes once a month now, just like us.  Diane still doesn’t know about it.”

“I’m not sure why I didn’t think of this before, but why don’t you ask Jessie to start coming with us on our girls’ days out?  She can get her wax done with the rest of us & hang out at the pool afterward,” I suggest.

“But Mom,” Dawn whines, “After today, I was looking forward to eating your freshly waxed pussy out by the pool after our next waxing.  I can’t do that with Jessie there.”

“Why not?  You don’t know that.  Jessie may not mind at all.  As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted a little taste of my juices herself.  I catch her quite often staring at my pussy when I’m rubbing baby oil into it.”

“No shit!?” June exclaims.  “Wow. I never noticed.”

“Observation skills are not either of you girls’ strong suits.  You get that from your father.”

Dan splashes some water at me and everyone relaxes further into the warm water.  We spend the next half hour just soaking in the heat & enjoying each other’s company in silence, totally spent physically and sexually.

“Let’s get out of the tub before we all stew,” I suggest.

As we’re getting out, Dawn asks a question.

“Can we sleep with you and Dad tonight?”

“No, I don’t think so.  We all know where that will lead; and I for one need a good night’s sleep.  You all have exhausted my poor pussy.  It needs a rest.” I say with a smile.  “But let’s try to be naked at much as possible around the house and backyard for the rest of the week. I also want us to start using the master bath exclusively for everything but using the toilet.  The other bathrooms are fine for that.  The closer proximity while doing mundane tasks like brushing teeth, shaving, applying make-up, etc., should help us acclimate to each others bodies without being in a constant state of sexual arousal.  I think it will help everyone get comfortable being naked around each other at the cabin quicker if our family already is.  Also, unless there are any objections, sex between family members can be instigated by any one, at any time, anywhere in the house for the rest of this week, as long as it doesn’t interfere with getting our house jobs done.  Sharing one bathroom should help facilitate some of that also, since we’ll be sharing the walk-in shower.”  There are big grins and giggles by everyone.

“But again, if you either of you want to fuck Dad, you need to make sure I’m around, so I can watch, at least the first time.  After that, fuck him at will.”

Dawn & June get huge grins on their faces, and Dan looks like his dick is going to explode…again.  I don’t really think he has anything left to blow, though.  He looks like he needs a recharge even more than I do.

As the girls leave to go watch some TV before bed, Dan asks me what I think we  should do about Diane and the 4 bald pussies she is about to meet.

“Hmm…Maybe I should have a talk with Diane before this weekend,” is my only response.

 

CHAPTER 3      Breakfast Snacks

 

Tuesday morning, it’s 8:30.  I’m getting up late.  Dan is already up and gone to work.  I get out of bed and reach for my bathrobe hanging on the bedroom door.  As I bring it down off of the hook, I remember our family agreement, and throw it into the bottom of the closet.  I don’t think I’ll be needing it for a long time.  Thinking about all that has changed in the last 16 hours, I look at the bedroom door and decide it’s become an unnecessary encumbrance to our new family dynamic.  Down the hall, next to our room and across from the girls’ rooms, is the family study, where we keep our computer & personal library, which is fairly small.  I’m the only big reader in the family.  Dan restricts his reading to the local paper & news magazines.  The girls pretty much only read magazines, school books, and the occasional novel.

I rummage around in the desk until a find a screwdriver.  Taking it back to our room, I use it to remove the pins from the door hinges.  Pulling the door off the hinges, I store it in the back of our closet.  I then go down the hall & take the doors off both of the girls’ rooms, and store them in their own closets.  By the time I’ve finished, I’m sweaty again and ready for a shower.  This naked in the house thing is going to work out well, I think to myself.  It’s already saved me one change of clothes.

I take a quick shower, dry off, and head downstairs to see what Dawn & June are up to.  As I get halfway down the stairs, the sounds of sex reach my ears.  I get down the stairs and turn towards the kitchen to find Dawn lying on the kitchen island with June between her legs, eating her pussy.  Dawn has one foot on each side of June resting on the bar chairs, with June’s arms wrapped around Dawn’s thighs to keep her pussy tight to June’s face.  I walk over & see that there is a bottle of chocolate syrup sitting on the counter next to Dawn.  I peek over June’s head to see how it’s going.

“Very creative,” I say.  “You nasty little minxes.”

As I’m standing between Dawn’s left leg and June, I reach up with my right hand to play with Dawn’s left nipple, while my left hand drifts down to June's ass.  I reach between her legs and start to rub her pussy from behind.  June pushes her ass back into my hand, pulling my other hand away from Dawn’s left tit.  Dawn immediately moves her own hands up to work on her sensitive mounds.  I step behind June and start to really rub her pussy hard.  June starts to moan.

“Put your finger up my ass. PLEASE,” June pants.  She pushes her ass back even further to give me better access.

“Actually, I’ve got something else in mind,” I say softly.

I get down on my knees behind June, place both hands on her ass cheeks, and spread them apart, exposing her rosebud.  It’s already wet with pussy juice that is running back from her dripping twat.  I blow warm air on her ass, causing goose bumps all over her legs.  I then move in with my tongue and start licking her rosebud softly.

“Oh my god!  That feels awesome!” June cries out.  “What are you doing to me?”

I pull back for a moment.

“It’s called analingus.  I’m tonguing our asshole.  Feels great, doesn’t it?  Your father loves to do this to me.”

I then go right back to licking her ass, and shoving my tongue into her back door.

“Dawn, I am so licking your ass tonight.  You’re gonna go nuts!” June announces in response.

“Whatever,” Dawn replies, as she shoves June’s head back into her pussy.  “Less talking & more sucking please…..Unghhhhhh”

After a few minutes, I slide my index finger into her ass, and she grunts her approval.  After stroking my finger in and out of her ass a few times, I pull back and, when I push forward this time, my middle finger goes into June’s pussy.  After getting it nice and wet again, I pull back and insert both fingers into June’s asshole.  She moans into Dawn’s cunt, and starts humping my fingers.  I turn my hand palm down so I’m now massaging the back of her pussy from inside her ass again.  My other hand reaches under, palm down, and into her pussy to finger her g-spot.  June starts humping my fingers vigorously; and comes soon after.  After she’s done riding my fingers, I pull them out and go over to the sink to wash my hands.  I then walk back over to the girls.  June is back to concentrating on Dawn’s pussy.

June, give your Mom a kiss & let me taste your chocolate pussy cocktail.”

June stands up from Dawn’s dripping pussy, juices dripping down her chin.  I lick the pussy juice-chocolate mixture off of her chin and then give her a passionate kiss, swirling my tongue in her mouth.  At the same time, I reach down and finger her cunt, rubbing her own juices all over her hips and upper thighs.  After about thirty seconds, I break away.

“I need food,” I declare.  Unlike you two tireless teens, us older folks need to replace our energy stores once in a while.  Have you two eaten anything since dinner yesterday?”

Dawn tries to answer, since June’s face is buried back in her pussy.

“We…unngh…already……uhhhhhh…..had some eggs….ahhhhhhhh….”

Dawn starts cuming all over June’s face, who laps it up greedily.

“…earlier.” Dawn finishes, after calming down.

“Well, please clean up when you’re done.  I’ve come up with a plan to deal with the Diane-bald pussy situation.  I’d like you to call next door and invite Jessie over for a swim this morning, and tell her to make sure her Mom doesn’t know she’s coming over here.  Also, let her know about the no-clothing rule.  Don’t tell her all of the reasons, just that we’re working on our comfort level for the vacation.  Once you three are out back, I’m going to have Diane come over for a talk.  Please be sure you stay out of the house until after I bring her out to the backyard.”

“What’s your plan, Mom?” June asks.

“Never mind.  You’ll find out when it’s time.  Now can someone please make me some toast while I get a bowl of cereal?”

I sit down at the table to eat my cereal while June makes my toast.  I get down about 3 spoonfuls when Dawn comes over, picks up my bowl, and hands it to me.  I take it from her in my left hand, keeping my spoon in my right.  While holding the bowl, I continue to eat my cereal.  Dawn pushes the table out of the way, and sits down on the floor in front of me, one leg on each side of my chair.  She dives right into my pussy, sucking and slurping like a hungry child.

“I’m guessing from the way you’re sitting, that you really enjoyed having my foot up your cunt at dinner yesterday.”

Dawn only nods her head and sucks harder on my clit.  I have to put the bowl down, or I’m going to drop it.  Turning my left foot on its side, I move it forward until I find Dawn’s wet twat.  I wriggle my foot around a little, making sure I get my toes properly lubricated before pushing into her waiting pussy.  In a few seconds, my toes are totally soaked in pussy juice; and I push my foot into her pussy.  Dawn tries to open her legs even further than they already are, encouraging me to push further in.  My foot disappears into her pussy, almost up to my ankle, over 6 inches.  I’m basically fisting my daughter with my foot.  I start to stroke my foot in and out of Dawn’s pussy.  Dawn is moaning into my cunt loudly.  June comes over with the toast and drops it on the table. She can see that I’m a little busy to bother with it.

June grabs another chair and puts it behind mine, and steps up onto it.  She then performs the same gymnastics that she did at dinner with her father, lowering her pussy in front of my face. 

“This is quickly becoming a favorite with you, isn’t it, dear?” I remark.

June just smiles.  Once she is sitting reasonably comfortably on my shoulders, she slides her wet honeypot towards my waiting tongue.  I start to eat her with abandon, grabbing her ass and pulling her in tight.  All the while, I’m continuing to stroke my foot in and out of Dawn’s cunt, while she starts to concentrate on my clit.  I put two fingers into June’s pussy as I continue to suck on her clit.  Her juices run down my hand and arm.  I take my soaked fingers and shove them rather roughly up June’s ass.  She yelps in surprise and discomfort for a second, and then starts grinding her pussy into my face as she humps my fingers with her ass.

“You are quickly turning into a total ass slut, honey!” I exclaim. “I didn’t think anyone could like ass fucking as much as me; but you just might.  If you don’t mind sharing your boyfriend, I just might try to get both of my holes filled at once, with your father taking up the rear.”

As I say this, my pussy spasms in orgasm, flooding Dawn in my juices.  My suggestion has the appropriate effect on June, and she starts bucking madly as an orgasmic wave washes over her.  I push my foot deeper into Dawn’s lovebox, while pushing her upper body down onto the floor with my other foot.  This allows me to rub the side of the ball of my foot on Dawn’s g-spot, sending her over the edge.  After June calms down, she gets up off of my shoulders, steps off the chair, and pulls it up to the table to have a seat.  I give Dawn a hand off of the floor, and she too takes a seat.  I pull the table back in front of me.

“You know what, June.  I’ve got a dildo upstairs that is the perfect size for your ass.  It’s the one I use up my own backdoor on occasion.”

“You’ve got sex toys!?” both girls cry out together.

“Oh…sure.  A few dildos and massaging oils.  I suppose I’ll have to start thinking about my sex toys as the family sex toys now, won’t I?  They’re upstairs in my nightstand.  You can help yourself tonight, if you wish.  June, if you want to try a dildo up your ass, stick to the thin black one.  That’s what it’s for.  Dawn, if you’re interested you can try it also.  Given your wider hips, you may be able to take a regular dildo up your butt; but I’d definitely start with the small one.  I’d like to finish my breakfast now, if you don’t mind.  Would you girls please clean up the mess we’ve made?  Don’t forget to call Jessie right after, before she makes other plans for the day.  And please let me know when Jessie is going to be here, so I can call her mother.  Oh, and for God’s sake, both of you shower thoroughly before Jessie gets here.  You both smell like sex and chocolate.”

As they clean up, I finish my cereal.  The toast is cold, so I just toss it.  When I’m done, I head up to get a shower in before the girls finished cleaning.  I want to actually get a shower in, and know that if I’m not out before they get there, there’ll be another round of pussy munching and I’ll never get anything done.

“Remember to use the walk-in shower, please,” I call out behind me as I walk up the stairs.

I get out of the shower just as the girls are walking into the room.  As I’m drying off, June asks what happened to the bedroom doors.

“I took them off and put them in the closets,” I answer.  “We don’t really need privacy if we’re all walking around naked, fucking each other at random.”

The girls nod their heads and start walking towards me with lustful looks in their eyes.

“Now hold it right there, both of you.  I said that the sex couldn’t interfere with household duties.  I have things to do, and so do you.  Have you called Jessica yet?”

“Yea. I called her.  She’ll be over around 10:30,” Dawn answers.

“Was she OK with the no clothing rule?”

“Sure.  Since it’s just us girls home, she doesn’t see how it’s any different than any other time she’s over for a swim.”

“Well then, it’s already almost 10 a.m., so you two need to shower and clean up your rooms.  By the way, where did you two sleep last night?”

“My bed,” June answers.

“I should have known you’d share.  Did you two get any sleep!?”

“We watched TV until 10, and then went up.  We ate each other’s pussies for about an hour, and then just got too tired to continue.  I think we fell asleep pretty fast after that,” Dawn says.

“So June’s sheets are covered in your juices.  Please strip the bed; and bring the sheets down into the laundry room before you shower.  I’ll get a load going.  Oh, and there’s no time for you two to maul each other during this shower either.  So let’s get going.”

Hanging my towel up to dry, I leave my bedroom and go downstairs to call Diane.

 

CHAPTER 4      Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

 

 

I dial the phone while sorting through the laundry.  I want to get a load of Dan’s work clothes done before I have to deal with June’s sheets.  Diane picks up the phone on the second ring.

“Hi, Diane. It’s Sarah next door.”

“Oh, hi Sarah.  How are you doing?”

“Great thanks.  And you?”

“Much better since Bill called to tell me your family agreed to share your cabin with us.  I can’t tell you what a relief that is to me.  I was getting really tense about the whole thing…..Doesn’t nudity bother you at all?”

“It never really has, though showing my goodies to your husband and son will definitely be a new experience.”

“Yea, I’m still a little uptight about being naked in front of both Nick and Dan; but it still beats total strangers.  All of this really doesn’t faze you in the least, does it?  What do the girls think?”

Diane is a cute little thing, and really has nothing to be shy about.  She’s 38, 3^rd generation Greek, 5’ 7”, 125 lbs., with a 32C chest, very small but perky nipples; and she has a beautiful olive complexion, with a very hairy bush, according to Jessica.  She is definitely going to feel like the odd (wo)man out around four women with bald pussies.

“Are you kidding me?  June is beside herself at the chance to show off her body to Nick, and get a look at his dick.  Dawn, on the other hand, is actually more interested in checking out your husband, if you can believe that.”

“What?  Bill?  Why?”

“A few years ago, Dawn & Jessica saw Bill fucking you in your bed.  They were outside the backyard window.  They were very impressed with Bill’s girth.  I believe Dawn compared it to a soda can,” I chuckled into the phone.  “Is she exaggerating?”

“A little, but not much.  It certainly feels like a soda can when Bill’s pushing it into me….But oh, my God; I can’t believe they saw us!  I’m glad you can be so calm about this.  I’m freaking out.  I hope I don’t blow this whole vacation for everyone by getting nuts about it all.”  Diane is talking very fast, sounding out of breath.

“Now just calm down, Diane.  That actually is what I called about.  I‘d like to get together with you, this morning if possible, to talk this out with you, and see if we can’t make you more comfortable with the whole naked idea.  I also need to fill you in on a particular situation ahead of time, so you don’t get blindsided this weekend.”

“What situation?” Diane asks, sounding alarmed.

“Nothing earth shattering, just potentially awkward.  Can you come over around 11?”

“Yea, sure. Can I just come over now?  I’d really like to know what’s going on.”

“No, I’m sorry; but I have to pick something up before we get together.  OK?”

“OK.  I’ll just keep myself busy for a while.”

“Oh…One more thing.  After we decided last night to accept your family’s invitation, we decided to declare our home a no-clothes zone for the rest of the week.  It’s an attempt to get us used to being around each other naked, so the beginning of the vacation won’t be so awkward.  Besides, with just us girls here, you’ll get a chance to try out the nude thing yourself for a while without any men around.  We can even go swimming if you like.”

“Wow.  Already?  I was planning on having the rest of the week to really get my head around the idea; but I do see your point.  OK.  I’ll be over at 11, wearing nothing but a trench coat.”  Diane giggles nervously as she says this.

“OK.  See you then.  And don’t be nervous.  You’ll be fine.  Bye.”

I hang up the phone and look out the window, realizing that while this window looks out on the backyard, there are several that overlook the street and houses on either side of us.  We live on a large cul-de-sac with five homes, our house being the second from the right side.  Of course, on one side are the Larsen’s, who wouldn’t have an issue with seeing any of us walking by nude, or at least won’t pretty soon, I imagine.  On the other side of our home, however, lives a 28 year old divorced Japanese woman, Wendy Takahashi.  While I wouldn’t mind at all letting her in on our little party, she’s always struck me as very conservative and very quiet.  She would be worth some effort though, as she has a VERY hot body.  I’ve seen her around the locker room at the gym.  I am pretty confident that I’m the only woman over 30 at our gym with a bare beaver, so I don’t advertise.  The mothers of my girl’s friends might be uncomfortable with idea; and I don’t want to be a problem for them.  So, while I stick to the private shower/changing rooms, Wendy uses the large shower room containing around 20 shower heads along opposite walls.  I’ve seen her walk through the locker room on the way to the shower, and she is definitely a tight little number.  Wendy is 4’ 11”, maybe 100 lbs., with almost washboard abs and B-cup tits with small, dark brown nipples.  She keeps her bush trimmed very neatly in a thin strip, as she wears a high-cut leotard for working out….And sometimes the quiet ones surprise you.  Hmm….I’ll have to give this one some thought.  Bringing my mind back to the here-and-now; I grab a towel to cover up, and walk around the first floor, shutting drapes and shades.  Luckily, we have those shades that mount to the bottom of the window and pull up, allowing you some privacy without keeping all of the natural light out and making you feel cut off from the outside world.  I need to get them up before the girls started wandering the entire house, flashing the neighborhood.  I yell up to them to pull up the shades in their rooms before coming downstairs.  One of them yells down that it’s already done.

I head towards the stairs as the doorbell rings.  The girls pass me on the stairs to get the door, June’s sheets in Dawn’s arms.

“Whoa,” I say.  “How do you know that’s Jessica?  It could just as easily be a solicitor or some other neighbor.  Someone throw a coat or something on & answer the door, please.”

June proceeds to the front door and grabs a coat out of the front closet, puts it on, and opens the door.  We don’t have a window in our front door, so the only way to see who’s there is to look out the living room window.  It is Jessie at the door; and June invites her in.  As Jessie steps into the hallway, June closes the door, removes her coat; and hangs it back up in the closet.

“Can I take our coat?” June asks Jessie.

“Oh, yea.  Here you go,” she says as she shrugs her coat off.

Beneath she is naked.

“Come on out to the pool.”

Jessie follows June through the house.  While I’m getting dressed for my errand, I call down from upstairs for one of the girls to switch loads and put June’s sheets into the washer.  Jessie sees Dawn with the bundle of sheets, and offers to help.

“Thanks, Jessie,” Dawn replies.  “I need to pee quick.  You know were the laundry room is.”

“Sure,” she says, taking the sheets from Dawn.

As Jessie gathers up the sheets in her arms, she gets her first whiff of the pussy juice dried into them.

“Wow.  What was June up to last night?  Nick was home all night.  Did they break up and I missed it?”

“Umm…no.”  Maybe June can explain later,” Dawn says as she stifles a giggle.

I come bounding down the stairs in a hurry.  Time is getting tight.  Jessie is still standing in the kitchen sniffing June’s sheets, trying to figure out what happened.  She sees me and gets a surprised look on her face.

“Sarah, you’re dressed,” she says questioningly.

I’m annoyed to see her holding June’s sheets, but figure they’ll have to deal with that one themselves.  Not my problem.

“I have to run a quick errand.  I’ll be back in 20 minutes. Have fun in the pool.  Bye.” I say as I rush past her to the garage.

I’m at the drugstore 8 minutes after leaving the driveway.  I run in and grab a home waxing kit and bottle of aloe gel.  The first time you get waxed, the exposed area burns for a while.  The aloe will sooth the skin quite nicely.  I’m out of the store and back home quickly.  Total trip time 25 minutes.  I get back in the house and bring my purchases up into the master bath, shedding my clothes on the way up the stairs.  I’ve come to feel very comfortable in just my own skin already; and the clothing seems like a shroud over my spirit.  I couldn’t wait to get out of them as fast as possible.  Getting back downstairs, I notice the girls out by the pool as I walk by.  Diane should be here within 5 minutes, so I open the front door, leaving it slightly ajar.  I then go back into the laundry room to check on June’s sheets.  They’re clean, but the dryer is still running, so I leave them in the washer.  I hear a knock on the door.  Looks like Diane’s a little early.  I walk down the hall, but stop behind the staircase wall, so anyone walking in the front door can’t see me.

“Diane, is that you?” I call out.

“Yes, it is.  Can I come in?  Your door’s open,” she calls back into the house.

I pause, take a deep breath, and think out loud:  “Here we go…”

“Come on in.  I’ll be right with you.  You can hang your coat in the front closet.”

Diane comes in and closes the door behind her.  She looks around the living room and into the kitchen, wondering where everyone is.  She shrugs off her coat, puts it in the closet, and walks into the hallway.

“Sarah, where are you?  Where are the girls?” Diane asks, kind of quietly.

I lean around the corner, letting her see my upper body, but not my bald snatch.  She’s naked except for her very hairy bush, which is so thick it looks like a fuzzy cover.  To me, she really didn’t look naked.  I’m planning on fixing that. 

“Hi, Diane.  I’m right here.  The girls are out back by the pool.”

Seeing me, she relaxes, and starts to walk towards me.

“I’m glad to see you, Sarah.  And relieved to find you naked.  I got this weird idea in my head that I’d show up naked; and the 3 of you would be sitting in the dining room fully dressed.”

“Hah.  That would have been embarrassing.  But before coming any closer, we need to talk.”

“About what?  What’s going on?” Diane starts tensing up again.

Whatever I planned on saying just left my brain.  I’m blank.  Not knowing how to start or what to say, I take another deep breath and step out into the hallway.  Diane’s eyes get wide as she quickly notices the lack of hair on my pussy.  After about 20 seconds of silence, she speaks.

“Wow…I never knew.  How long have you shaved your pubic area?”

I respond as I walk towards her.

“Actually, it isn’t shaved.  It’s waxed.  My pussy is totally bald.  I’ve been waxing since I was in college.  My roommate turned me on to it.”

As I step up to Diane, I take her left hand and place it just above my slit.

“See how smooth it feels?  It really makes the skin more sensitive, and Dan loves eating my snatch without having to pick hair out of his teeth.  So…what are you thinking?”

Even though I‘ve released Diane’s hand, she hasn’t removed it from my pussy.  She just stares at it, and moves her hand down and lightly across my outer lips.

“It’s really soft and smooth, like tummy skin.  What did your girls think when they saw you last night?  Were they surprised?”

“No, not really,” I laugh.  “Dawn & June have bald pussies also.  We actually go together once a month to Georgette’s salon to get waxed.”

Diane bends down to get a better look.

“How far back do they remove the hair?” she wonders aloud.

“All the way back.  Waxing removes all of the hair off your pussy and back around your butt hole.  Let me turn around and give you a better view.”

I pivot around so my back is to Diane, spread my legs, and lower my upper body until my hair is lying on the hallway floor.  I look back up at her from between my legs.

“See what I mean?  Nothing there.  Feel how smooth the areas around my asshole and between my ass and pussy are. Unlike this jungle you’ve got going on here,” I say as I reach up and run my fingers through her bush.

I brush against her clit & she jumps, but doesn’t say anything.

Diane cups my pussy and lets her hand roam over my smooth skin.  She continues this for a good five minutes.  I’m getting very wet.  As she moves her fingers lightly around my asshole, her fingernail brushes over my rosebud, causing me to involuntarily moan.  Diane quickly pulls her hand back, and sees that my pussy isn’t just smooth, but also very wet.  Her fingers are slick with my juices.

“Sorry about that.  When someone plays with my pussy, I tend to get wet.  Looks like you’re getting a little wet yourself,” I point out, as I continue to run my fingers through her bush, purposely brushing my fingernails across her lips.  I think they are starting to swell; but it’s hard to tell through all of that hair.

“Feel free to continue to explore.  I’d like you to get comfortable with bald cunts, since you will be seeing more of them.”

Diane cups my pussy again, this time a little firmer.  She moves her hand around my pussy and ass, starting to actually rub my pussy.  She also spreads her legs about six inches, allowing me better access to her own sex.  I start working my way towards the back of her pussy, using my fingernails to tickle the sensitive flesh.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she breathes out.  “But it feels so nice….What if the girls come in the house?”

“Mmmm….They’ve been told to stay out there until I get them.  Oh, that feels great.  They now I’m in here talking to you about bald pussies, though of course they don’t know we’re playing with each other’s while we talk.”

During this conversation, I have been teasing the opening to Diane’s cunt with my index finger, and the lips are slowly separating.  Dawn spreads her legs another 6 inches or so.  I’m getting a little light headed maintaining this position.  As I finish telling her that the girls are aware of our conversation, I push my index & middle fingers up into Diane’s by now very wet snatch.

“Ahhhh!” Diane gasps.  “Mmmmmm…Ohhhh, that’s feels nice.  I never though I’d be doing anything like this with you.  Rub my clit, pleeeease.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure I can find it,” I reply, as I start to slowly move my fingers in and out of her now dripping cunt.  “This is actually the point of asking you over.  I was hoping you would allow me to remove your bush for you.”

Diane reaches under me to the top of my pussy and draws her hand bank slowly, separating my engorged lips as she does.  As she gets to my honeyhole, she changes direction and pushes all four of her fingers into my cunt.  Since my legs are so spread out and I’m dripping like a leaking faucet, they slide in easily.  Diane starts to pump them in and out.  I put another finger into her pussy and start finger fucking her vigorously.  With my other hand I start playing with my nipples.  I start humping Diane’s hand and clenching my jaw to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.  Diane is rocking her hips forward & back trying to drive my fingers deeper into her lovebox.  They’re already in as far as they can go, being stopped by my curled up pinky finger.  I pull out my fingers and reinsert all four.  Diane’s pussy opens up willingly and my hand disappears up to my thumb.  Diane starts bucking wildly.

“Oh my god….I’m going to cum!” she says, rather loudly.

I ride her hand harder, determined not to be left behind.  I feel my own orgasm building; and I increase my pace in Diane’s pussy.  We both scream out & my hand falls out of her pussy.  As her hand leaves mine, I collapse on the floor.  Diane leans against the stair rail to keep from falling over.  We are both sweaty and breathing hard.

“That was mind blowing!” Diane says.

“That is was,” I agree.  “So, what do you think about having me wax your pussy?”

“You can do that here?”

“Sure, I picked up a home kit this morning.  It’s up in the master bath.”

“But what about Jessica?  What will she think when she sees me naked?  She constantly walks in on me in the shower.  She has her own bathroom, so there’s no reason to be intruding on mine; but she does I all the time!.”

“Maybe she likes to see you naked.  Did you ever think of that? Anyway, I don’t think it’s going to be a problem.  I’ve got a surprise for you.  Let’s go out to the pool…..You know, I can’t believe the girls didn’t hear us.  We were pretty loud.”

“No kidding.  What the heck are your girls doing that they didn’t hear that racket?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

As we get out on the patio, an unexpected scene greets us.  Dawn is on a lounge chair with Jessie’s face buried in her pussy.  June is straddling Dawn’s face while tugging on her own nipples.  Dawn and June are moaning.

“Well, that explains why they didn’t hear us,” I say.

“Oh, we heard you all right.  At least Dawn & I did.  Jessie hasn’t come up for air for 40 minutes! Dawn’s already cum twice.  Besides, Dawn put her feet up on the end of the lounge chair and covered Jessie’s ears with her thighs as soon as we heard Diane calling you through the front door.  I’m not sure she can hear anything with her head stuffed between Dawn’s legs.  Did you enjoy yourself Diane?” June replies.

Dian nods her head slowly, as she continues to absorb the sight of her daughter’s face in Dawn’s cunt.  Dawn raises a hand to wave hello, as she continues to eat June’s pussy.

“I was wondering how you were going to handle Jessie and the sheets.  What did you tell her?”

“I told her the truth.  I told her that the pussy smell was mine and Dawn’s, and that we had been eating each other’s pussies last night in my bed.”

Diane zones into the conversation, shocked, but seemingly unable to speak.

June continued.  “She got a weird look on her face, and started to protest, asking how we could even think of having sex with each other.  ‘You’re sisters, for God’s sake!’ was her exact comment, I believe.  At that point I figured I had nothing to lose, so I told her the reason we did it was because we were still horny from eating you out earlier.”

The “You” being me, Diane snaps her head to look at me, and her eyes get huge.  She stills says nothing.

“Jeees, Diane, you look like your head’s going to explode,” June laughs.  “Unngghh…yea that’s the spot Dawn, tongue my ass.  Anyway, that seemed to really have an affect on Jessie.  She got this wide eyed look on her face, and her cunt started dripping.  I think she may have had a mini orgasm right there.  I think Jessie has a thing for older women.  She didn’t say another word.  She just walked up to Dawn, pushed her back onto the chair, and buried her face in Dawn’s twat.  She hasn’t said a word since.”

Diane comes out of her trance and walks up to her daughter.  She places a hand on her shoulder, not wanting to startle her.

“Jessie, honey, can you stop for a minute?”

“Upon hearing her Mom’s voice, Jessie’s head snaps up out of Dawn’s snatch.”

She looks up at her Mom with a look of horror on he face, and Dawn’s juices dripping off her chin.  Dawn pushes June off her face, to see what happens.

“Oh God, Mom. I’m so sorry.  I can’t believe you’re here.  I’ve never done anything like this. Are you really pissed?” Jessie blurts out as if it were one sentence.

She is breathing heavily from her work on Dawn’s sex and her fast talking.

“It’s OK, honey.  I’m fine with it,” Diane consoles her as she helps Jessie stand up.

Diane sees that Jessie’s pussy is bald also.  After all that she’s seen and done in the last ½ hour, it doesn’t seem to faze her at all.

“How long have you been waxing your cunt, honey?”

Jessie is a little taken aback by her Mom’s course language.

“Uh, a year or so, I guess.  I found out that the Anderson’s all waxed their pussies, and decided to try it myself.  I really like the way it feels.”

“Hah!” Dawn teases.  “You new about June and I for years.“  Turning to Diane, “Jessie had no interest in bald beaver until she saw Mom’s bald puss.”

“Is that true, dear?” Diane asks her.  “Does Sarah turn you on?”

Jessie nodded yes.

“Do older women turn you on, or is it just Sarah?”

“Not all older women, just some of my friends’ mothers.”

“And why might that be?  Maybe because you’re attracted to your own mother?”

“Maybe,” Jessie says with her head down, embarrassed.

“Do you want to eat mommy’s pussy?” Diane asks her as she reaches up and starts playing with Jessie’s tits.

“Jessie raises her face, beaming.

“Oh, yes!  I’d love to eat your pussy, Mom!”

“And I’d love to have you eat it….But first I need to have Sarah help me with this disgusting bush of mine,” she states, running her fingers through her bush.  “After seeing your four beautiful bald pussies, I can’t imagine being any other way.  I’m going to go upstairs with Sarah and let her wax my pussy bare.  I promise that when I get back, you can be the first to sample my newborn poon.  Unless, of course, Sarah beats you to it,” Diane says as she gives me a sly wink.

I laugh.

“Jessie, I promise to try my best to return your mother to you with a virgin bare pussy….But don’t hate me if fail you,” I say with a smile on my face.  “If I do take her first, I offer my own pussy to you in consolation.  How’s that?”

Jessie smile broadly.

“I can’t lose!”

“While you two are upstairs baring Diane’s twat, we’ll keep Jessie busy.  She hasn’t had her own pussy administered to yet, and I’m sure Dawn is just chomping at the bit to take care that,” June says.

“Absolutely!” Dawn exclaims.

I take Diane’s hand, and we walk back into the house, continuing to hold hands in that comfortable familiar way, like longtime lovers.

 

CHAPTER 5      BUSH LEAGUE NO MORE

 

Diane and I walk through the kitchen; and I lead her up the stairs.  She pulls her hand from my grasp, dropping back a couple of steps, as she moves her hand back to my pussy, caressing it slowly as we continue up the stairs.

“I love how smooth your pussy is.  I can’t wait to feel the skin of my own pussy, free of all that hair.”

“Do you have any concerns about how Bill will react?” I ask.

“Are you kidding me?  Bill’s going to blow a load in his pants as soon he gets his first look.”

As we walk into the bedroom, Diane notices that the door is missing.

“Where’s your door?”

“I took the bedroom doors off this morning.  Given my family’s new situation, they seemed unnecessary.”

“What about Dan, though?  He might see you having sex with one of the girls….He knows, doesn’t he?  Did he actually watch?”

I nod my head and smirk.

“Oh my God!  How did he react?  What did he say?  He’s not fucking them, is he?  He is, isn’t he?”

“No, Dan hasn’t fucked them…yet.  I expect they’ll take care of that this evening.  He has eaten June’s pussy, and both girls have sucked his cock, though.  I’m not sure if he’s eaten Dawn’s pussy yet.”

“You guys had a busy evening!  You’re really going to let Dan fuck them?”

“You wouldn’t believe everything that happened last night. And, yes, I told them they could fuck their father if they wanted to; but that I wanted to be there to watch the first time.  After that they can fuck him whenever they want, unless of course I’m fucking him.”

“Holy shit!  You are one nasty woman!”

We sit down on the edge of the hot-tub, facing each other, each with one leg lying bent at the knee up on the tile and one on the floor.  This allows us to play with each other’s snatches while we talk.

“Aren’t you worried about the girls getting pregnant?”

“No, they’re on the pill.  Isn’t Jessie?”

“Not to my knowledge; but she could have gotten a prescription on her own.  You don’t think she’s been sexually active…before today, anyway?”

“No.  According to Dawn, Jessie is still a virgin.  That’s what makes her ‘attack’ on Dawn’s poon so interesting to me.  Your daughter has got a lot of repressed sexual desire.  Today’s the first day she’s been able to vent any of it….That girl seriously wants to eat your pussy.”

“Well, I am ‘seriously’ looking forward to just that,” Diane giggles.  “My mind is actually starting to look beyond that upcoming treat to what I might be able to do with Nick.  Do you think he would be interested in fucking his mom?”

“Are you kidding me?  Every boy wants to fuck his mom, even if they’re hideous looking.  It’s hardwired into the male brain.  And you are certainly not hideous, you’re gorgeous….Now that you bring up Nick, I’ve been thinking I might want to borrow him for a sandwich I want to make.”

“Sandwich?  What do you mean?”

“Yea, Sandwich. Dan & Nick as the bread, and myself as the filling.” I explain with a grin.

“You mean you’d have one of them up your ass?  Which?”

“Probably Dan, since I already know he fits. I have no idea how big Nick is.”

“You’ve already had your ass fucked!” she exclaimed in an accusatory, naughty girl way.

“Oh, I love getting my ass fucked, sucked, tongued, and generally played with.  I get very horny when I’m fertile.  We’re done having kids, so Dan fucks my ass for those few days every month.”

“You are a baaaaad girl.  I need to hang out with you more often,” she says with a smile. “Do you think June will mind you fucking her boyfriend?”

“Hah.  When I suggested it to her, she had an orgasm,” I state smugly.

“Wheww….OK. Before this conversation overheats my pussy; and I drip even more juice on your bathroom floor than I already have, why don’t we start on my wax job?” Diane suggests.

“Great idea. Let’s get going.  First I’ll need to trim your bush down to about ¼” long.  Dan has a beard trimmer he uses to trim his own pubes that will work perfectly.”

“ Dan too, huh?  You think you know a family, and one day reality slaps you in the face.”

I start laughing so hard my tits are shaking.  This gets Diane laughing also, calming us both down further from our sexually aroused state.

I get up off the edge of the tub and walk over to the vanity.  Rummaging around in Dan’s drawer, I find his beard trimmer.  It already has the proper height trim guard attached, so I turn to Diane and give her a wicked smile.

“So…are you ready for this?” I ask.

“Let’s do it.,” she responds enthusiastically.

As I look around the bath area, I realize that there isn’t a large enough surface for Diane to lay down on, so I can gain open access to the entire area I want to wax, other than the floor.

“We have two options, Diane.  You can lay out on the tile floor, or on the bed with a towel under you.  The floor would be easier for me, but I’m not sure how comfortable you’d be.  What do you think?”

“The floor’s fine.  Let’s just get going.  My daughter’s waiting,” she says with a sly grin.

“Now who’s the naughty girl?” I laugh.

Diane lies down on the floor and spreads her legs.  I sit down in between her legs and start to trim her bush, starting at the top and drawing the trimmer toward me.  Diane jumps as I make my first pass, the vibration of the trimmer tickling her skin.

“Oh!” she blurts out, and giggles.

“Just hold still.  I don’t want to poke you with the trimmer.”  I say as I manipulate her outer lips to make sure I trim all of it.

Diane moans a bit as I handle her sex; and starts to play with her own tits.  I continue to trim her bush until it’s all been reduced to ¼” stubble.  There is now a significant pile of hair in front of her pussy; and I push her legs further back to rotate her ass into the air.  After a quick evaluation of her backdoor, I conclude that the hair back there is fairly short and fine.  The wax should have no problem removing it.  I lower her ass back to the floor.

“Get your ass up off the floor . I need to sweep this hair up,” I say.

While I get a little sweep-up broom and dustpan out of the linen closet, Diane moves her hands down to her freshly trimmed bush to check out the change.

“Wow! That already feels so different,” Diane breathes.  “My skin seems so much more sensitive to my touch.”

“It’s the increased contact between your fingers and your pussy,” I explain as I clean up the pile.  “Your thick bush really tended to keep your fingers away.  But this is nothing compared to what you’ll feel once it’s all gone.  Let me get the wax.”

I get the wax kit and lotion off of the bed, and sit back down in front of Diane.  Taking the wax kit out of the bag, I open the box and lay out the wax, applicator, and removal strips.  Opening the wax tub, I scoop some of the wax up with the applicator and spread it onto Diane’s shortened pubes.  I then apply some applicator strips onto the wax, allowing it to harden.  We wait in silence for several minutes.

“OK.  The first strips are ready.” I announce.  “Are you ready?  The first one will be the worst, as you don’t know what to expect.  It gets a little easier from there, though anyone’s first waxing is going to be painful.  But let me assure you that subsequent waxings are much easier….Definitely.”

As I finish my little pep talk, I quickly yank the first strip from Diane’s pussy.

“Shit!” Diane screams.  “Son of a bitch!  That fucking hurts!”

Her eyes tear up.

“I told you the first one catches you off guard.  Can I continue?”

“Yea…Let’s get this over with.  Damn,” Diane signs.

I continue, pulling the remaining strips off.  By the fourth strip, Diane is no longer vocalizing her discomfort, though I know it still hurts.”

There, that’s the first round.  How’re you doing, Diane?” I ask.

“Damn, the price of vanity.  I’m going to be raw down there for a week!” she replies.

“That’s what the aloe is for.  It will cool your pussy very nicely, once we’re done,” I offer, as I begin to apply more wax.  “It will be sensitive for several days; but the pain will diminish very quickly.  I’m guessing less than an hour.“

I continue the rounds of applying wax and removing hair until Diane’s pussy is a bald as the day she was born, if significantly more inflamed.  The hair on her ass comes off with barely a flinch.

“OK, we’re done.  You’re bush has gone bye-bye,” I say with a smile.

Diane reaches down to check it out, running her fingers lightly over her lips.

“Mmmmm, nice,” she purrs.  “Hurts like hell, though.”

“Let me rub in some aloe.  That should help tons,” I say as I get the bottle of lotion out.

I squirt the lotion into my left hand and put the bottle aside.  I slowly start to rub it into Diane’s pussy.  Diane jumps again.

“It’s cold,” she squeaks.

It’s actually not; but it does feel that way, which is why it’s so soothing.  Haven’t you ever used aloe on a sunburn?”

“With my complexion?  I’ve never been burned.  Jessie’s gotten sunburned before, but not badly.  I’m not sure what she put on it.”

As I rub the aloe into Diane’s pussy, she starts to moan.  I continue rubbing the lotion in, swirling my lubricated fingers around Diane’s clit up front, and her rosebud as I work my way back.  Diane goes back to massaging her tits, starting to hump my hands as she does.

“Wait,” I say.  “Not so fast.  Let me finish this and then we can have a soak in the hot-tub.  The heat will help relax you and your tender pussy.”

This entire experience has been a real turn-on, and my own pussy is dripping.  As I get up to draw a bath, Diane notices my juices running down my legs; and reaches to cup my sopping puss.  I spread my legs a bit while I lean over to get the water going, allowing Diane’s fingers access to my cunt.  She pushes two fingers into me & starts slowly stroking the roof of my pussy.  I throw my head back in ecstatic pleasure.

“Uhhh!  Let’s take our time.  We’ve got at least another hour before the girls start to wonder what’s taking so long.,” I say.

Once the tub is full, I turn off the water and step in.  I’ve run the water even warmer than I’m used to, making me feel like I’m slipping into a hot spring as I lower myself into the bath.  My skin starts to tingle immediately from the hot water.  It feels wonderful, and I purr my contentment.

“Mmmmmm.  This feels wonderful.  Please, Diane, join me,” I invite her with a lascivious smile.  “The water’s very warm,” I warm her as she starts to step in.

“Ohhh!” she gasps as she pulls her left foot back out. “That’s hot!”

“I warned you,” I chuckle.  “Try again; and take your time.”

As she begins again, left foot working its way into the water, right foot still on the floor, her freshly bald beaver is now displayed before me, just like June last night.  This hot bath thing is really working for me, I’m thinking.

“Let’s see if I can’t help you relax a bit more, to take your mind off the heat,” I say as I start to run my fingernails lightly over her exposed sex.

Diane closes her eyes and moans softly.  I begin to explore her tender sex with my fingertips, as Diane’s leg slips further into the water.  After only a minute, she has her left foot on the bottom of the tub, ready to start working on the other leg.  But she stops, enjoying my hand sliding over her swollen lips.

“Come on, keep going,” I encourage her.  “You’ll get a lot more than this once you’re all the way in.”

I pull my hand away; and Diane starts working on getting her right leg into the bath.  I start the water jets up and settle back into my favorite seat, the lower jet streaming pulses of warm water onto my pussy.  I close my eyes and massage my tits as I enjoy the relaxing yet arousing sensation.

After about 5 minutes have passed, Diane strokes my left tit to get my attention.  She is now fully submerged in the tub, up to her neck, her dark brown hair floating out behind her.

“Mmmm, you’re in,” I respond in a breathy voice.  “Turn around and sit in my lap.  The seat jet can massage both of our pussies.”

Diane pivots and sits in my lap.  I reach around her and begin to knead her tits, hefting them up out of the water, pulling on her nipples occasionally.  The contrast between the warm water she is immersed in, and the cool air of the room, causes Diane’s nipples to become rock hard.  I tweak them, eliciting a giggle from her.  She tilts her head back, resting her head on my shoulder, purring her contentment.  Reaching her arms back and around my head, she turns her face to me.  We engage in a passionate kiss, our tongues dueling and twisting, one around the other.  My hands begin to drift down her tummy to her newly exposed pussy.  As my hands begin to caress and explore her sex, Diane’s purrs turn into moans of building sexual excitement.

“Put your fingers in me,” she urges.  “Finger fuck me until I cum!

I pull her legs further apart and start slowly pistoning my fingers in and out of her, probing deeper on each stroke.  Diane is writhing in my lap, shouting out her pleasure.  I pull my fingers out and push her up out of my lap.  She leans forward, and I reinsert my fingers from behind her, allowing me deeper access into her dripping cunt.  She loses all thought of me as she immerses herself in the sensations emanating from her lovebox.  Within a minute, I sense her pussy spasm around my fingers, as Diane has a mind-blowing orgasm.  She collapses back into my lap, splashing water out into the bedroom.  I give her a minute to recover; and then I start to move her off of me.

“I’m glad you got off, Diane; but my poor puss is crying for some attention of its own,” I grouse jokingly.  “Let me out for a minute.  I’ve got an idea that should be a real treat for both of us.”

I get out of the tub; and walk around the bed to my nightstand, dripping water along the way.  I fish around in my drawer for a few seconds, find what I’m after; and hold it up for Diane to see.  It’s a thick, purple, two-headed dildo.  Diane’s eyes get huge.

“Dan gave this to me as a birthday gift last year.  I told him that it looked more like a gift for him; and asked if he had anyone in mind for me to share this monster with.  He told me that it was just a gag,” I laughed.  “ ‘That’s bullshit; and you know it’, I said to him.  He got a kind of sheepish grin on his face and came clean, but assured me that he had no one particular in mind. We talked about it for a while, but couldn’t really come up with anyone.  It wasn’t a total loss, though.  The conversation got both our engines revved; and we had animalistic sex that night.  It was wild!”

“You should have asked me,” Diane pouted.

“Yea, right,” I laughed.  “Before today, you were a pretty conservative woman, sexually, Diane.  We actually did discuss you, but thought you’d never go for it.  By the way, my husband has wanted to fuck you badly since we first met you and Bill,” I add as an afterthought, as if it means nothing, and then give her a sly smile.

“You’d let me fuck your husband!?” Diane asks, anticipation in her voice.

“I don’t think I ever would have agreed to it before yesterday; but now, sure, knock yourself out…As long as your willing to share your men with me, that is,” I respond with a wink.

We’re both laughing as I walk back to the tub.  Diane is eyeing the purple monster and licking her lips.  I get back in with the big double dildo, and gesture for Diane to turn around so her back is towards me.

“Lean over and hold onto the side of the tub,” I instruct her.

I take the dildo and rub one of the heads up and down Diane’s pussy, which is now several inches above the water’s surface, dripping water and her own juices.  She spreads her legs a bit more; and I start to push it up into her twat.  Once it’s in about six inches, I turn around, grab my side of the tub with one hand, and start working the other end into my own well lubricated box.  Once my end is in a good ways, I hold the dildo in the middle and start to push back onto it.

“OK, Diane,” I say.  “Push yourself back towards me.  Let’s try to get a rhythm going.”

We both start pushing back, but our timing is wrong; and we are going back and forth in unison, instead of into one another.

“Stop,” I giggle.  “This is harder than it looks.  No pun intended.”  Diane laughs.

“Let’s try again.  When I say go, let’s both push back at the same time….1,2,3, go!”

We both push back in unison, plunging the dildo deep into our waiting pussies.

“Ohhh!!” we both sigh together.

We get a rhythm going, slowly stroking the dildo in and out of our hungry cunts.  As we begin to increase our speed, our tits splash on the surface of the warm water, stimulating our erect nipples.  Our moans and cries of mutual pleasure continue to increase in volume.  After several minutes of manic pounding of our pussies into my hand, still holding the dildo centered between us, I begin to climax.  I cry out and Diane is right there with me.  I remove my hand from the dildo and we both push back just a little bit more, bottoming out the dildo deep in our pussies.  We both scream in ecstasy, bracing ourselves against the tub.  Neither of us move, our asses pushing into each other; and ride our subsiding waves of pleasure for another couple of minutes, the dildo still buried deep inside us.  As I come down from my sexual high, I sense that we are no longer alone.  Raising my head, I look towards the bed.  There on the bed sit June, Dawn, & Jessica, grinning devilishly from ear to ear, just watching us.

 

CHAPTER 6      TOYS FOR TWATS

 

All three have their hands on their pussies, masturbating slowly.

“Diane,” I say.  “We have company.”

Diane opens her eyes and looks towards the bed, right into the lustful eyes of her own daughter, who begins to slowly spread her legs while parting her pussy lips for her Mom’s review.  Diane gives her a lascivious look of her own, as she stands up and steps away from me, pulling the dildo out of her cunt.  I pull the other end out of my own poon; and put Diane’s end into my mouth to suck off her juices.  June jumps off the bed, grabs the other end of the dildo, and starts sucking it clean of my own juices.

Hello, honey,” Diane says in a husky voice.  “I’m glad you came up.  Even though Sarah and I couldn’t wait to put my new poon through its paces, I’ve still saved the first meal for you, if you want it.”

Jessie gets up off the bed slowly; and walks toward her mother in that highly sexual way teenage girls just naturally seem to know.  She offers her mother a hand out of the tub, which Diane takes and steps out into the bedroom area.  They embrace and begin kissing passionately, their tongues crashing into and around one another at an urgent pace.  As they back up as one towards the bed, Dawn gets up to get out of the way, continuing to masturbate as she watches the action.  Diane breaks off the kiss and lays down in the middle of the bed with her head up on the pillows.  Jessie crawls up on top of her, their breasts pushing together, their pussies grinding one into the other.  Jessie begins to kiss her mother’s neck and shoulders, working her way down to her tits, which she alternately sucks in to her mouth, suckling like a baby.

“Ohhh, yes,” Diane begins to purr.  “Suck Mommy’s tits, honey.  Milk me!”

Jessie suck on one nipple while pulling, pinching, and twisting the other.  She alternates back and forth until both of Diane’s nipples are erect and sore.  Diane seems to love it.

“Rougher!” she yells.  “Twist Mommy’s titties!”

While this is going on, June helps me out of the tub.  We drop the dildo and I get on the bed next to Diane, so June can eat my pussy.  Dawn stops masturbating and climbs up onto the bed.  She grabs the headboard, straddles Diane’s head, and lowers her dripping twat onto Diane’s eager mouth.  Diane immediately starts plunging her tongue into Dawn’s pussy, grabbing her ass and pulling Dawn tighter to her face.  Dawn drops from a squat  onto her knees, and starts humping Diane’s face.  Jessie starts working her way down Diane’s body, kissing her tummy along the way.

“Come on , Mom!” Jessie encourages.  “Eat Dawn’s juicy pussy!  “Doesn’t she taste great!?”

Diane can only grunt her agreement.  She takes hold of Jessie’s head with both hands, and pushes her face into her waiting snatch.  Jessie starts to lick and slurp up her Mom’s juices with gusto.  Diane pushes Dawn up a bit so she can speak.

“Suck my clit, baby.  Make Mommy cum!”

Dawn drops back down, leaning forward a bit more; and Diane goes back to work on Dawn’s clit.  As June continues to eat my pussy, I see that Dawn’s new position exposes her ass to my currently unoccupied hands.  I reach over and begin to rub her juices over and around her rosebud.  She pushes back onto my hand in response.

“Do you want my fingers up your ass, Dawn,” I ask.

“Oh, yea, Mom, fuck my ass with your fingers!”

I start to concentrate my rubbing right over her asshole, pushing a little harder on each circle.  Her ass seems to pucker open like a flower, and two fingers slip in easily.

“Ahhh!” Dawn yelps.  “Mmmmmm, that feels great.”

I push my fingers in a couple of inches and start to spin them slowly, reaming her asshole.  As I do this, her rosebud opens further, like a pussy in the rear.  I start to slowly finger fuck her as I tap on June’s head to get her attention.

June pulls her face out of my snatch and looks up to see what I want.  I gesture to the nightstand and then point at my fingers up Dawn’s ass.  June gets the message and get up off the bed.  She goes over to the nightstand and gets out the thin black Dildo, the one I told her to use for fucking her ass.  I shake my head no, as I add a third finger to Dawn’s ass.

“Oh, my God!” Dawn cries.  And then, after a few seconds to adjust, “Mmmmmm, that feels….delicious.”

June looks at me quizzically for a second; and then her eyes open wide in understanding.  She gets an evil grin on her face and puts the black dildo back in the nightstand.  She pulls out a pink one, which looks like an average size dick with balls attached.  I smile and she hands it to me.  I take it from her and June goes back by the tub to get the purple dildo.  She comes back over between my legs; and squats down to shove the purple monster up her snatch.  Once she has it in about 8 inches, she leans back in and goes back to eating my pussy, but keeps her head up so she can watch me fuck her sister’s ass.

I give Dawn’s ass one more ream job; and pull my hand out.

Don’t stop!” Dawn protests.  “I’m getting close to cuming!”

“Don’t worry,” I say.  “I’m just…repositioning.”

I give June a wink; and Jessie looks up to see what’s going on.  She sees the dildo and Dawn’s puckering asshole; and her eyes go wide.  She replaces her tongue in her Mom’s pussy with her fingers, so she too can watch me fuck Dawn’s ass.  I place the dildo at the entrance to Dawn’s back tunnel, and rub it around to lubricate the tip.  Dawn’s starts to immediately push back onto it.  I push back, and the tip disappears into Dawn’s ass.

“Ohh!  Fuck!!  What’s that!?” Dawn yelps, realizing that whatever just invaded her butt, it wasn’t my fingers.

“Just relax,” I say.  “You’re gonna love this.”

I give the dildo a little twist and push it in a little further.  Dawn grunts and pushes back, driving it in even further.  The dildo is now over 4 inches into Dawn’s ass.  Jessie gets excited by what she is witnessing and starts to finger fuck her mom faster.  Diane’s cunt seems to suck her fingers in greedily, so Jessie puts all four in.  Diane’s pussy, being used to Bill’s thick cock, just sucks them all in.  I’ve now got 6 inches of dildo up Dawn’s ass and she’s screaming for more.

“Shove it in!  Fill my ass with that dildo!” Dawn yells.

Jessie responds to this outburst, a bit too eagerly, by pulling her fingers out of Diane’s pussy and, making a fist, pushes her entire hand back into her mother’s cunt.

“OH MY GOD!!!” Diane screams.  “What are you doing?!”

Jessie is totally cranked up by now, and keeps pushing forward.  Luckily she has what I would call dainty hands; and once she gets her knuckles past the entrance to her mother’s honeypot, her entire hand disappears into Diane’s hungry cunt.

“Ohhhh…..that’s fucking awesome…I feel so full!” Diane murmurs in ecstasy.

At this point Dawn is off Diane’s face, riding the dildo up her ass, June is pumping the purple dildo in and out of her own cunt vigorously while continuing to suck on my pussy, and Jessie is fisting her mom for all she’s worth, while her free hand rubs her own clit furiously.  We all start to buck like mad as we begin to climax.  The sound in the room is deafening, as five women express their impending release.  Dawn slams her ass down the rest of the way, the dildo’s balls slapping against her ass cheeks.  Jessie pushes her fist up into Diane until she hits bottom.  We all begin to cum within several seconds of one another, juices gushing from Diane and Dawn, and to a lesser extent the rest of us.

We all take several minutes to come down off our personal highs.  I begin to pull the dildo out of Dawn’s ass, but she reaches back and stops me.

“No.  Leave it in,” She says.

I push June out from my crotch and get off the bed.  June lays down where I had been, slowly stroking the purple dildo in and out of her cunt.  I go back into the bath area and get back into the tub.  The water has cooled somewhat, so I get in rather quickly.

Ladies, when you feel like it, why don’t you join me back in the tub?” I announce.

Jessie pulls her hand out of her mom, and heads right for the tub, licking her fingers as she walks.  Diane pushes Dawn up and, sliding out from underneath her, also comes over to the tub.  Dawn steps off the bed with the dildo still buried in her ass.

“Jessie, are there any of my juices left on your hand?” Diane asks.

Jessie nods yes and offers her hand to her mother, who licks the back of her hand as she gives Jessie a  lascivious smile.

“Can I get in with this still in my ass?” Dawn asks.

“Certainly,” I respond.  “Come on in.   June, come join us.  I think Jessie would like to share your toy with you.”

Jessie’s face brightens as she climbs into the tub.

I’m in my usual spot facing the shower.  Diane has taken the opposite seat, facing the bed.  We can know use our feet to play with each other’s pussies.  June and Jessica sit next to each other on the side towards the closet, while Dawn settles in next to Diane, the dildo totally bottoming out up her ass when she sits.

“Mmmmm,” that feels so good,” Dawn purrs.  “I would never have thought that having something up my butt could feel this great.”

“Why don’t I get you another for dildo for your pussy, and you can fuck yourself slowly for a while?” I suggest.

“Sounds great.  Thanks, Mom,” Dawn sighs.

I pull my foot away from Diane’s pussy and hop out of the back of the tub.   Quickly retrieving my last dildo from the nightstand, this one bright blue, I get back in the water and hand the pussy probe to Dawn.  She takes it, leans back, and slides it up into her waiting snatch, slowly stroking in and out.

“Ahhhhhhh.  That’s the stuff,” she moans.

By this time June and Jessie have settled in and, after bending the purple double into an upside down U, insert both ends into their respective poons, slowly stroking in and out.  I go back to playing with Diane’s pussy with my foot, which she reciprocates.

“Dawn, honey, relax and let me help you with that,” Diane offers as she moves Dawn’s hand off the blue dildo and takes over for her, pushing the dildo in and out while slowly twisting it back and forth.

Dawn settles back, totally content with the sensations coursing through her body, massaging her tits as she soaks in the warm water.  Everyone is still spent from our mutual orgasms on the bed, so this latest round of assaulting our sexes is only eliciting sexual contentment and satisfaction, which is exactly what we all want right now.

“So how is this working for everyone/” I ask.  “Is everyone enjoying themselves?  Are we all now comfortable with nudity?”

They all laugh at the idea that any of us were ever uncomfortable with being naked around each other, given how far beyond that hurdle we have gone.  We were now all sisters as well as lovers, and there will never be anything we can’t talk about with or say to each other.

“June, I was talking to Diane earlier about fucking Nick while your father fucked my ass.  She thought that you might object.  You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” I ask.

“No, Mom.  Go ahead.  But you’re not on the pill, are you?  Is this a safe time of the month for you?” June asks.

“Yes.  I’m good for another 10 days at least.  And Diane, you’re OK with it, right?”

“Sure….  If Nick’s interested,” she says, smiling.

We all laugh.

“As if there’s a chance in hell that any of the guys wouldn’t want to fuck any of us,” Diane continues, laughing.  “So, do you think we should do the naked-around-the-house thing too?”

“Unless you want to wait until the vacation to fuck your son, I’d say absolutely,” I reply.  “He sees you parading around doing housework in the buff, especially with your newly bald beav; and he’ll probably attack you!  You know…you could have some fun with him by playing hard to get but teasing him mercilessly.  As a matter of fact, we can all help crank him up.  And once he’s ready to explode, you can move in and have him all to yourself, at least at first.  We’re all going to want our time with him afterwards….even Jessica, I bet.” Turning to Jessie,  “What about it, Jessie?  Do you want to fuck your brother?”

“Sure!  Sounds like fun!  Maybe I can surprise him when he’s fucking mom.”

We all start laughing again.

“Oh, we are an evil bunch, aren’t we?” I choke out between fits of laughter.

We all settle back down, and just enjoy the warmth of the water, and the various items up our pussies for the next 30 minutes or so.  Eventually, Dawn starts getting restless, the dildo in her ass beginning to bother her.  She stands up in the tub.

“Diane, can you pull that out for me, please?” she asks.

“Sure,” Diane answers, grabbing the dildo by the balls.

“Slowly,” I interject.  “She’s going to be a little sore.  I can’t believe how long you had that up there, Dawn.  Your rosebud is going to be a bit tender for awhile.”

Diane pulls the dildo out slowly, twisting it a little as she goes to make it easier.  Dawn moans as it slides out.

“Ohhhh, even this feels wonderful,” Dawn remarks.

I get up myself and take the dildo from Diane once she has it out.  Stepping out of the tub, I go over to the sink to rinse the toy.  It’s amazingly clean looking, with no visible trace of you-know-what on it.  Meanwhile, Dawn is complaining that her rosebud is pretty sore.

“Here, maybe I can help,” Diane offers.

She pushes Dawn over at her waist and then, getting on her knees, starts to lick around Dawn’s asshole, soothing the tender area.

“Ahhhh…that’s great, Diane,” Dawn says gratefully as she pushes her ass back into Diane’s face.

This gets June and Jessica’s motors running again; and they both sit up on the edge of the tub.  They start pumping their respective ends of the purple monster in and out of their glistening cunts, reaching over to rub one another’s clits as they increase their urgency.  Diane shoves a few fingers into Dawn’s drooling box, massaging her g-spot as she pushes her tongue into Dawns rosebud.

“OH MY GOD, I’m cuming again!” Dawn cries, as she bucks against Diane’s face.

Jessie is enthralled with the site of her mom eating her best friend’s ass, and quickens her own pace as she frigs June’s clit wildly.  They both begin to climax as Dawn rides her own back down.  After Diane has disengaged from my youngest daughter’s holes, and the girls have all calmed down, I step up to the tub.

“So, are you all satisfied, at least for now?” I ask.  “It’s getting late, and I still want to get a workout in today.  Would any of you like to join me, or are you too tired out?”

They all nod their agreement to me and each other that a workout sounds great.  They get out of the tub and help each other dry off.  Diane and Dawn leave to go home and get dressed for the gym.  Dawn and June go to their rooms to get dressed and grab their workout bags.  I put on my leotard, throwing on some shorts and a tank top over it, and grab my own bag.  I get downstairs and see that Diane and Jessie are still getting their coats on.  I yell back up the stairs to my girls.

“Bring the toys downstairs and put them in the dishwasher, please,” I request.  “We’re going to have to get a few more, I think.  Not enough toys, too many twats!”

 

CHAPTER 7      A DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH

 

June and Dawn come bounding down the stairs a few minutes later, June carrying the toys and Dawn handling the gym bags.  They are both dressed in their workout clothes, and it is obvious they aren’t wearing any underwear.  While there’s nothing unusual with that, the fact that neither has showered since our last sexual romp means both their pussies are still a bit wet, and their shorts are clinging to their pussy lips.  I’ve already adjusted my own leotard several times.

“Girls, please pull your shorts out of your pussies,” I request.  “We don’t need to show up at the gym looking like a pack of whores.”

“Sorry, Mom,” the girls giggle, as June loads the toys into the dishwasher.

“Let’s get going. We’ll take the Mercedes, so Diane and Jessie can ride with us.”  (My car is an ’06 Mercedes R350 that seats six.)

We get into the car, and I pull out into the driveway.  Diane and Jessie are just coming out their front door.  I wave them over and gesture for them to ride with us.  I see that they too are going commando in their workout clothes.  While normal for Jessie, I’ve never seen Diane go anywhere without underwear on.  Her tits are bouncing wildly as she jogs over to the car, and she pulls her panties out of her pussy before getting into the car.

“Diane!” I say as she gets her seatbelt on.  “This is almost more surprising to than seeing Jessie fist your cunt.  I never thought I’d see you out in public without underwear.”

“Well, I saw Jessie get dressed without it, and figured what-the-hell.  Besides, my tits feel so free, and the loose cotton on my pussy feels fantastic!” Diane responds.

“Your tits look great.  Very firm,” I compliment her.  “Don’t you think so girls?”

The girls nod their agreement.

“You look really hot, Diane,” June offers.  “I’d love to suck on those babies sometime soon.”

“Anytime, honey,” Diane gives her a smile.

As I pull out of the driveway, I inform them that we’re going to stop at Fantasy House on the way to the gym.

“We need more toys, and I’d rather get in and out of there before any of our neighbors start heading home from work.  I don’t feel like explaining to anyone we know what the five of us are doing buying sex toys together.

“Depends on which neighbor,” Dawn says.  “There are a few I wouldn’t mind ‘sharing’ with…like Wendy.”

“Mmmm, yea,” June agrees.  “She’s got a real tight bod.”

“Let’s just get the toys, and not start plotting another conquest, shall we?” I cut off the conversation.

Fantasy House is only a couple of miles from home, in a little strip mall.  Once we’re parked, we all pile out and go inside.  Fantasy House is a nice clean place, with a decent selection of toys, videos, and adult greeting cards. Instead of blacked-out windows like at a dive sex shop, the lower 2/3rds of the glass is frosted.  It’s definitely several steps up from the Sex World downtown, with its peep shows and video booths.  Yuck!  The store is currently empty, with the exception of the cashier.  He looks to be 19 or 20.  He’s a scrawny, dorky looking kid, about 5’ 10”, but with cute, vibrant eyes and a mop of thick brown hair.  A diamond in the rough if I ever saw one.  He eyes us walking in the door with lust and pent up sexual frustration.

“Can I help you ladies?” he asks as he steps from behind the counter.

I immediately notice the bulge growing in his shorts, which he tries to push down with his hands in his pockets.  It’s bulging out an inch above the hem of  the left leg of his shorts.  This skinny guy’s really packin!

“We’re fine for now, thank you,” I reply.  “Besides, it looks like you’re the one in need of a little help,” as I point out his condition to the ladies.

The girls start giggling and Diane looks to see what I’m talking about.  She sees his growing erection and her eyes get wide, as it catches her by surprise.

“Wow, it’s warm in here,” I comment, as I hook my thumb in my leotard to pull it out of my pussy.

I pull the leotard down and to the side with my left hand, exposing my bald cunt to the cashier’s bulging eyes.

“My pussy’s sweating, it’s so warm in here,” I announce as I stroke my sex with my other hand, teasing the kid further.  “Oh, well.  We’ll let you know if we need anything, thanks,” I say as I release my leotard and it snaps back against my twat.

I walk further into the store, knowing all eyes are on me.  I turn around and gesture for the girls to follow.

“Come on.  We don’t have all day.  Let’s shop!” I encourage.

June, Dawn, and Jessie follow me into the aisles, while Diane continues to just stand near the counter, staring at the cashier’s tented pants.  She looks at his name tag and then up at him.

“What’s the matter, Brian? Cat got your tongue?” Diane asks, and then starts laughing.  “Or should I say pussy got your tongue?”

The rest of us start laughing, enjoying Brian’s discomfiture.

“Wow, it really is warm in here.  I’m getting all sweaty myself,” Diane says dramatically as she lifts her shirt up to wipe the imaginary sweat off her face, exposing her perky tits and very erect nipples to Brian’s view.

Brian swallows hard and I start giggling as I gesture for Diane to come join us.  She drops her shirt back down and walks toward us, swaying her hips as she does.

“You are a new woman!” I tease her in a quiet voice.  “I can’t believe this is the same sexually timid women I’ve known for all these years.  You have obviously had some serious pent up sexual energy, that Bill just wasn’t tapping into.”

“This is a lot more fun, that’s for sure,” Diane laughs.

We browse the aisles for a while; and Dawn picks up another large double dildo, this one neon green.  June finds a vibrator with an extra, anal appendage.  Diane and Jessie are trying to figure out how to use a 2-headed strap-on.  The dildo for the wearer is smaller and curved upwards, like a partial “C”, to push against the g-spot when fucking someone with the business end, which is about 8” long and a little thicker than the average cock.  I look through the vibrators until I find what I’m looking for:  remote control personal vibrators.

“Aha!” I exclaim.  “There you are.”

The group comes over to see what I’ve got.  Brian is staining his body over the counter to see what we’re up to.  I pick up one of the little vibrators for them to see.

“It’s a remote control vibrator,” I explain.   “It’s small enough to go totally into your pussy.  The remote control turns it on and controls how strong the vibration is.  I though we could all get one and play musical remotes.  What do you all think?”

Everyone nods their head enthusiastically.  I pass one to each of them.

“I think we have enough toys for now.  Let’s go check out,” I suggest.

We walk back up to the counter to pay for our purchases.  Brian quickly pulls his hands out of his pockets as we approach.

“Playing a little pocket pool there, Brian?” I ask as I set the vibrators down on the counter.  “Do these already have batteries in them?”

“Yea…they sure do,” Brian swallows hard as he responds.

“Mom, can we try them out?” Dawn asks.  “I’d like to use mine while we’re working out!”

“Sure, if it’s OK with Brian….Does the store have a policy on wearing purchases on the way out?  I know some shoe stores frown on that.” I say matter-of-factly.

No…No problem,” Brian answers.

“Great, why don’t we all give them a try, then,” I suggest.  “We can swap remotes and have some fun.”

As I say this, I pass out the little vibrators and unwrap one for myself.  I put my left leg up on the counter, right in front of Brian, and pull the crotch of my leotard aside to insert the vibrator.  Brian is staring directly into my cunt, which is starting to get wet from the attention.  I place the vibrator against my sex and start to rub it into my pussy, getting it wet.

“Man, this is making even hotter,” I exclaim.  “Brian, do you mind giving us a little privacy?”

“Uh….sure. I’ll go back to the stockroom and check on some inventory,” he says, sounding very disappointed.

“No, silly,” I chuckle.  “I’d just like you to lock the door for a few minutes.  Your job is to man the counter and ‘service’ your customers, is it not?  I wouldn’t want you to not fulfill your employment obligations!”

Everyone’s snickering except for Brian, who steps quickly to the door to lock it, trying to hide his erection.  After locking the door, he turns around to find Diane and the girls pulling off their shorts, exposing their bald twats.  I finish pushing the vibrator into my pussy, and put my leg back down to wait for everyone else to get theirs inserted.  While I’m waiting, I decide to shed my leotard, giving Brian an eyeful of my now nude body.  They all lie down on the floor and lift their asses into the air with their legs spread, to make it easier to insert the vibrators.  This also gives Brian an excellent view of their wet cunts.  As they start rubbing the vibrators over their pussies to lubricate them, Brian stands like a statue, staring, his hands hanging loosely at his side.  This allows his cock to try to free itself, and the leg of his shorts starts to rise.  As his shorts leg continues to rise, the head of his dick peeks out and continues to reach out from underneath his shorts.  I was not wrong.  This kid IS packin’!  He seems oblivious to his own condition as his erection continues to grow, pre-cum dripping back down his shaft.  Everyone else has noticed his big cock; and they all give him a lustful grin as they push the vibrators up into their no drooling boxes.  I walk over to Brian and hand him the remote to my vibrator.

“Here, Brian. Hold this for me, will you?” I request.  “Let me help you with this,” I say as I unbutton his shorts and pull them forward to clear his erection without bending it.  I drop his shorts and take his hand to get him to step out of them.

Brian still doesn’t move an inch.  I think he’s in shock, not able to process what’s going on.  Diane turns on her own vibrator, gives a little “Ohh!”, and, after removing her top, comes over to help me with Brian.  She kneels down in front of Brain and pulls down his boxers.  He continues to stand there, his shorts and underwear down around his ankles.

“My, this IS impressive,” Diane coos, as she grabs his cock in her left hand and pulls it into her mouth, while she fondles his nuts in her right hand.

As she begins to suck his cock, Brian snaps back to reality and looks down on the top of Diane’s head.  He looks back up and sees the girls playing with their remotes and frigging their clits, still lying on the floor.  He looks back down to Diane, and makes a decision.  He grabs Diane’s head and pushes her head down over his cock, driving it past her throat.  Diane gags as the head of his big meat passes her tonsils; but then she settles into it as Brian pushes her head all the way down on his 8” dick, fucking her mouth for all he was worth.  Within a minute, I see his balls tense up.  He’s going to come, and I think it’s going to be huge.  I step in behind him and shove my middle finger up his ass, pushing down on his prostate gland.  That does the trick, and Brian shoots his load deep down Diane’s throat, yelling in ecstasy .  She doesn’t even have to swallow.

Right at the moment Brian let’s go, there is a knock on the door.

“Hello!  Why is the door locked?  Aren’t you open?  I can hear someone in there.” We all hear coming through the door.  Diane doesn’t seem to care, as she pulls Brian’s cock out of her throat and starts sucking the last of his cum out of the head.  The girls start to get up; but I gesture for them to continue enjoying themselves.

“I’ll take care of this,” I say, as I grab a wipe out of my purse and clean my finger off.

I recognize the voice.  It’s Mrs. Windom from down our block.  She lives across the street and 4 houses down.  She is a bitch and, I thought, a total prude.  She sits on several committees at our church, and is always complaining about the loose morals of kids in general and mine in particular.  I’m pretty sure she just turned 45…It was in the church bulletin.  She’s married with no kids.  A few months back, she had come over to talk to me about an upcoming church picnic.  When I didn’t answer the door, she just strolled right in, looking for me.  What she found were the girls out back by the pool, tanning nude, their bald beavers in plain site for Mrs. Windom’s critical view.  I was just coming out of the laundry room and saw her out by the pool, staring silently at my girls, who were unaware of her presence, as their eyes were shut to the sun.  She came back into the house, stared at me with a look of disgust (probably in my parenting skills), and stomped out of the house. I haven’t talked to her since.  But here she is, at a sex toy shop.  My, my, my, how the mighty have fallen.

I go up to the door and look out over the frosted portion, which cuts off any sight of me below my chin.

“Well hello, Mrs. Windom,” I start in an overly friendly voice.  “Fancy running into you here!”

Mrs. Windom is wearing a rather snug sundress, and nothing else.  Her nipples are showing through the sheer material, and a few of her pussy hairs are sticking through the dress around her crotch.  She is fidgeting and looking around her, checking for other activity in the parking lot.  There currently isn’t any.  I am truly astounded to see her dressed like this, not that she looks bad.  I had no idea how attractive she actually is.  The dress hugs her curves very well, curves I didn’t know she possessed.  She always wears very conservative clothes everywhere I’d ever seen her.  Mrs. Windom looks younger than she is, more like 35 than 45.  She is about 5’ 4” and 140#, with a firm tummy and tits that only sag a little.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“What are YOU doing here?” she retorts, obviously flustered.

“Oh, you know Diane and Jessica who live next door to us?  My girls and I are on our way with them to the gym; and we just stopped on our way to pick up a few toys. But I never though I’d see you here, and definitely not dressed like that.  Nice dress, by the way, it shows off your tits quite nicely…though you may want to trim that bush down a bit.  Some of it is poking through.”

Mrs. Windom doesn’t know what to say.   She is totally flustered, so she tries to go on the attack.

“Why is this door locked?  The store is obviously open.  Let me in!”

I consider her demand; and turn back to see what everyone thinks, as they have all heard the conversation.  Diane is working on getting Brian hard again by licking the head of his cock while she plays with his balls.  The girls are squirming on the floor, their shirts removed, sucking on their own tits, building towards orgasm.  I can hear all of the vibrators going full tilt.  They all just kind of grin at me, open to whatever I decide.  I turn back to the glass, as I remove the vibrator from my sopping puss.  It’s become too much of a distraction.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Windom, but this establishment is currently closed for a private gathering.  Perhaps I can ask an employee what the policy is regarding servicing walk-in customers during a private event,” I tell her with an innocent smile.

“Private event!?  Since when does this place do private events?  What kind of private event can you hold in a…” she lowers the pitch of her voice, but must increase the volume so I can still hear her through the glass…”sex toy store?”

I laugh and gesture for Brian to join me.  He pulls away from Diane and comes toward me, Diane giving me a poutty look.  I toss her my wet vibrator, which she catches with a smile on her face and begins to lick clean.  I turn my attention back to Mrs. Windom, as Brian steps up right behind me and wraps his arms around my tummy, his hard cock resting in the crack of my ass.  He’s really gotten comfortable with us!  I bet this boy will never be a wall flower again.

“What’s up, mam?” He asks.

I smirk and turn my head to the side and lean back to whisper in his ear.

My name is Sarah, Brian, and the lovely lady who, I suspect, gave you the first blowjob of your life is Diane.  I think it’s appropriate that people having sex with one another know each other’s names; and I plan on getting fucked by you thoroughly at some point before we leave here today.”

Brian’s cock gets even harder and he pulls me in a bit tighter as he gets a big grin on his face.  Turning back to the door, I indicate Mrs. Windom outside.

“Do you know this woman,” I ask Brian.

            Brian zones in to the woman outside the door.

“Oh, she’s back again,” he chuckles.  “I don’t know her name; but she’s in here about once a week.  She only ever buys a greeting card; but she flirts like crazy with whoever is working.  I think that’s the real reason she comes in, actually.”

Brian notices her outfit and leans over my shoulder to get a better view over the frosted glass.  Mrs. Windom sees that he’s checking her out, and squirms a little, but doesn’t walk away.

“Wow.  Her outfits started getting skimpier and skimpier every time she showed up about a month ago; but this takes the cake!  I can totally see her tits and bush!” Brian exclaims.

A couple of cars pull into the parking lot; and Mrs. Windom gets panicky. She knocks on the door, loudly.

“Please, let me in!” she almost shrieks, as several people get out of their cars a few doors down and look to see what the ruckus is all about.

Ignoring her pleas, I reach around behind me and grab Brian’s cock.  Pushing him back a little, I bend his dick down between my legs and pull his meat forward.  As I let go, Brian steps back up snuggly against me, his thick cock now nestled in the crack of my wet cunt.  I push the head of his dick down, and guide it into my pussy as I allow it rise back up.

Mrs. Windom knocks on the door again, seeing a weird look on Brian’s face as, unknown to her, my pussy engulfs his young cock.  Her panic has not subsided, as the other people in the lot were still standing by their cars, watching Mrs. Windom carrying on.

“Please let me in!” she cried in a more subdued voice.  “Someone I know might come along.”

I have no idea why she didn’t just get back in her car and leave; but she’s a busybody, and probably has a pathological need to know what’s going wherever she is.  Besides, she obviously came here for some sort of voyeuristic sexual gratification, and her body is cranked up in anticipation.  I can see her nipples poking out at me.

“I’ll let you in, but remember, this is a private party, and you weren’t invited.  So mind your manners,” I announce sternly, as I slowly stroke the base of Brian’s dick and balls.  He is just enjoying the sensation of having his cock in its first pussy, not trying to hump me at all.  He reaches up and begins to kneed my tits and gently twist my nipples.

I open the door just enough to let Mrs. Windom squeeze through, her erect and sensitive nipples brushing over the door frame as she passes through, eliciting an “Oh!” from her.

Once she is in, I close the door behind her and relock it.  I then take a half-step back, pushing Brian back with me.  Mrs. Windom stares at my naked form for a few seconds, her mouth agape.  She then notices Brian directly behind me, and her eyes begin to slowly drift down, to the view of my fingers lightly stroking the rigid cock in my pussy.

“What can we do for you, Mrs. Windom?” I ask in a calm, friendly voice.

Mrs. Windom doesn’t answer.  She moves her gaze from my full pussy over to Diane and the girls.  The girls have pulled the vibrators out of their pussies, and are just sitting on the floor next to each other, playing with each others clits.  Diane is leaning her ass against the counter, kneading her tits and giving Mrs. Windom a lustful gaze, looking her up and down.  A wet spot begins to grow on Mrs. Windom’s dress in front of her pussy.

“What the hell is going on here!?” Mrs. Windom demands.  “You filthy whores!”

Ignoring her protestations, Diane says, with mock surprise in her voice, as she steps towards her, “Why…Mrs. Windom, I don’t think we can believe your indignation.  Your pussy’s getting wet.  We wouldn’t want you to stain your beautiful dress with pussy juice now, would we?”

Diane steps behind Mrs. Windom and reaches around to massage her tits through the thin fabric, humping her pussy into Mrs. Windom’s ass, getting her own juices all over the back of the dress.

“What’s your first name, honey?” Diane asks as she continues to massage and pull on Mrs. Windom’s pronounced nipples with one hand, while the other wanders south to lightly brush over the pubic hairs poking through the thin material.  Mrs. Windom doesn’t move, and doesn’t protest.  She has become very quiet, her body shivering slightly.

“Donna,” Mrs. Windom croaks out in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, Donna, it’s nice to meet you,” Diane replies seductively, as she begins to stroke Donna’s pussy lightly.  “I’m glad you could join our party…Now, we simply must get you out of this dress before our juices ruin it forever.”

With that, Diane reaches down, grabs the hem of Donna’s dress, and pulls it up and off, Donna acquiesces by raising her arms to allow the dress to be removed.  Diane throws the dress towards the girls.  June picks it up and sniffs the crotch.

“She’s good to go!” June declares.  “Hot pussy juices are flowing!”  The other girls giggle at June’s dorky choice of words.

Diane goes back to playing with Donna’s tits with one hand, while the other begins working its way through her considerable bush, to find the sensitive flesh beneath.  She finds the door to Donna’s honeypot, and slides a finger in to get a little lubrication.  She then pulls it out; and proceeds to circle her wet finger around Donna’s engorged clit.  June gets off the floor, comes over, and begins sucking on Donna’s free tit, holding it with one hand, while her other joins Diane’s in exploring Donna’s sex.

Donna throws her head back and moans. I decide that Donna isn’t going to be a problem; and I bend over so Brian can start plowing me like I’ve been waiting for.

“Dawn, honey, bring me a chair, will you?” I request.

Dawn pops up and grabs a chair that was sitting across from the counter.  She spins it around so I can support myself by holding onto the back.  Figuring that Brian is going to be eager and overly aggressive with his first fuck, I brace myself for some anticipated teenage vigor.  Dawn goes back to Jessie, joining her on the floor again.  They get into a 69 position, and start eating each other’s pussies noisily, as they are already very wet from the vibrators.

“OK, Brian.  Fuck me now.  And fuck me hard!” I demand.

Brian pulls back several inches and rams his dick back home.  He starts pumping his cock in and out of my drooling box, going faster as my juices lubricate his shaft.  He pulls too far back; and his cock comes out of my pussy.  I reach up from below, and guide it back into my hungry snatch.  He goes back to pumping, his balls swinging forward on each stroke as he slams his body into my ass.  I reach under and play with his balls whenever I can get a hold of them.  He’s pumping very fast, but slows down after a minute, getting into a nice rhythm.  After about 5 minutes of this, I feel his balls tense up.  He’s about to cum.

“Really slow down, now,” I encourage him.  “Enjoy the feeling of emptying your load into my hot pussy.”

Donna is watching Brian fuck me, as June and Diane continue to service her obvious sexual needs.  Donna has her head turned back towards Diane, who is massaging Donna’s tits with both hands from behind, and kissing her passionately, introducing her to French kissing, for the first time, I think.  Donna is a quick learner, and duels with Diane tongue, as she bucks her pussy into June’s face, which is buried in her muff, tonguing her cunt deeply.

After a few more strokes, Brian pulls back one more time, pauses for a moment, and rams his cock home, filling my pussy with his hot jism.  I can feel spurt after spurt hitting the back wall of my pussy.  The feeling sends me over the edge, and I climax hard, my pussy clenching tightly, and milking the remaining cum from his dick.

“OHH……FUCKKKKKK……YESSSSSSSSSSS,” I scream in ecstasy as I look back at him, his cock still buried in my poon, my orgasm still carrying me.  ““Oh my god, Brian!  That was awesome!  I thought you were a virgin!”

“I was,” Brian gasps, visibly spent.  Getting a wicked smile on his face, he says “But not anymore.”

“That was your first time?  My god, you’re a natural.  It took months for me to train Dan to be that good.  My first impression of you was correct…You ARE a diamond in the rough,” giving him a satisfied grin.

Donna starts moaning louder and begins to climax, having what I’m guessing is her first orgasm in quite a while, at least one not self-administered.  June grabs Donna’s ass tighter and keeps her face buried in Donna’s cunt.  Diane reaches down from behind and insert a couple of fingers into Donna’s pussy, past June’s chin, pumping them in and out.  This sends Donna over the edge, and she screams in pure bliss.

“AHHHHHH!  SHITTTTTTTTT!!!!” she cries.

Diane and June disengage from her, allowing her to ride her personal high without further sensory stimulation.  She collapses on the floor, reclining back against the counter.  She begins to slowly run her fingers through her bush and playing with her tits, enjoying the light sensations as her orgasm subsides.  I pull my self off of Brian’s softening dick, and take a seat in the chair I had been holding onto.  I am also spent; and I slouch down in the chair.  June, seeing me “open”, comes over and sits down in front of me.  She starts to suck Brian’s cum out of my pussy.

“Is that your daughter, Diane” Donna asks quizzically, indicating June.

“No, she mine,” I respond for Diane, as I massage my tits.  “Hey, Dawn, Jessie, can you two finish up?  We need to get going pretty soon.”

They break apart and sit up.  Apparently they were just enjoying each other’s pussies, not trying to get one another off.  I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling between my legs, but not particularly aroused by it.  I’m just too spent.  I’ll say it again:  Brian is a GREAT fuck.

“You let your daughters eat your pussy?...Huh,” Donna says in an interested but not shocked voice.

Looking around the room, Donna notices that everyone in the room, with the exception of Brian and herself, have totally bald sexes.

“Do you ladies wax yourselves, or is there someplace you can have that done?”

“Sarah waxed me earlier today,” Diane answers, “but they all go to Georgette’s Salon for a monthly waxing.”

“Ladies, we have to get going.  Let’s get dressed,” I prompt.  “Donna why don’t you go see Georgette this afternoon; and get that bush removed.  Brian, when is your shift over?”

“In about an hour,” he replies.

“Donna why don’t you keep Brian here company for the rest of his shift; and take him with you to get his own bush waxed.  You can pay for the waxing, and Brian can pay you back by fucking the shit out of you….after we leave or after the waxing, whichever.  Does that sound like a plan to you, Brian?”

“Fuck, yea!” Brian exclaims.  His dick begins to rise again.  Ahhh, the energy of youth.

Donna begins to blush and gets a huge smile on her face, thinking about this kid, less than half her age, plowing her puss.

After we’re dressed, we collect the toys from the floor and pay for our toys.  Brian goes behind the counter to ring us up, still naked, his dick at full staff again and oozing pre-cum or remaining jism, I can’t tell.  I reach over the counter and wipe off the head of his dick with my finger.

“I take it you want to fuck Donna before your waxing,” I comment nonchalantly, as I lick his cream from my finger.

Brian just smiles and looks at Donna, who removes the dress she had just put back on.

Well, we’re outta here,” I state.  “Donna, I believe you have my number from the church directory.  Give me a call later and we’ll set up a “play date” with you and Brian.  Brian, can Donna have your number?

“Absolutely!”

“You know Brian,” Donna says in a lilting voice as she walks around the counter and starts to stroke his cock.  “My husband and I have an extra room we’ve been talking about renting out…Any interest?  The rent would be reasonable; and the fringe benefits, like fucking the landlord, are great!”

“Why don’t you two come over tomorrow for a pool party?” I suggest, the idea just popping into my mind.

They nod their agreement as Donna grabs the edge of the counter and shoves her ass towards Brian’s waiting cock.  He grabs his dick with one hand; and guides it into Donna’s dripping lovebox, slamming it all the way home with one thrust.  Donna gasps as her eyes open wide, and her smile gets even wider.

With that, we leave, laughing.

“Lock up behind us,” I call back.  “And have fun!  See you soon.”

“We’re having a pool party?” Dawn asks.

“We are now.” I reply.  “You’re all going to want to sample that cock.  That geek has a gift, a gift for fucking.”

 

CHAPTER 8      THE B.B.C.

 

Once everyone is back in the car and the doors are shut, I immediately note the strong smell of sex.  Starting the car, I head over to the gym, about 3 miles away.

“We’re going to have to shower BEFORE we work out, girls,” I say.  “We all reek of sex.”

“Well, I think it smells nice in here,” Diane opines.  “Very fragrant….But I ‘m starving.  You have anything to eat in here?”

“Sure.  There should be a box of energy bars in the center console back there.  Pass one up, will you?” I answer.  “All this sex, and no fuel to run on.  My motor’s running on empty!”

The girls chuckle; and we ride the rest of the way in silence, munching on energy bars.  Once we’re there, we pile out of the car and head inside.  Approaching the front counter, we get our membership cards out to get checked in.  The girl behind the desk, a cute redhead named Willow who’s a friend of June’s, starts taking our cards and swiping them into the system.  She notices the smell we brought in with us, and gives June a quizzical look.

“It’s really hot outside, and the AC in Mom’s car is on the fritz,” June explains.

I don’t think Willow is buying her story.  She gives June a “Yea, whatever” look and continues swiping our cards.  When I give her mine, I purposely make light contact with my fingertips on the back of her hand, causing a slight shiver in her.

“Hi, Willow.  I’m not sure we’ve ever met.  I’m June’s mother, Sarah,” I introduce myself.  “We’re having a pool party tomorrow afternoon.  Pretty much just our neighbors, the Larsen’s, me, and the girls.  Why don’t you come over and join us?”

“Uh, sure, Mrs. Anderson.  Thanks,” she says as she hands my card back to me.

“Since you’ve never been over to swim before, I’m not sure if you know our poolside dress code…Swimming suits are optional,” I inform her, giving her an innocent smile.

“I’ve heard.  But I think I’ll wear a suit.”

“No problem.  It’s totally up to you,” I assure her.

After we’re all checked in, we head to the locker room.  The room is fairly empty, with another 10 or so women walking about in various states of undress.  We all grab lockers and unpack our bags.  The girls all just strip, as  there are many girls their age with bald pussies, so it’s no big deal among their peers.  While I’m fishing in my bag for  a towel to bring with me to the private showers, I look up to see Diane stripping of her clothes.  It’s obvious that she plans to use the communal shower, apparently forgetting about her morning waxing.  She grabs a towel and looks around, waiting for me to strip and join her.  I look around to see many of the older women staring at Diane’s bald poon.  They all recognize Diane, as she’s here several times a week, and know her to be a woman with a particularly thick bush.  Now, here she stands looking like an older version of Jessie standing next to her.  She looks at me, sees the smirk I’m giving her, and then notices the other women openly staring at her.  It dawns on her what they’re staring at.

“oops…..Well, fuck it.  What’s done is done,” Diane declares.  She heads towards the showers, head held high,  staring the other women down as she passes them.  Some of the other shaved & waxed teens giggle, never having seen an adult in this locker room with a bald puss.  June, Dawn, & Jessie follow Diane to the showers.

“Well, I guess that barrier’s been breached,” I say under my breath, as I take off my leotard and throw it onto the bench.

As I take my first nude walk through the locker room, I can feel the eyes on my bald pussy.  My attention is caught by one the ladies I constantly catch checking me out with lust; and I give her a wink.  She’s sitting on a bench in front of her locker.  Her name is Paula.  She’s 32, brunette, with a very curvy figure and a large chest.  She’s happily married with a couple of young kids, one of which is still nursing.  She always uses the private showers, though I’m not sure why.  While voluptuous, she is definitely not, what I would consider to be, overweight.  She gives me an embarrassed smile and quickly turns away.  I stop, turn around, and approach her, towel at my side, my twat in the open.

“Hi, Paula!” I begin.  “I haven’t seen you in a while.  How are you doing?”

“Oh, uh…hi, Sarah.  I’m good.  My 18 month old, Mary, has been teething like crazy, so I’m not getting a lot of sleep.  My workout time has turned into sleep catch-up time,” she explains, as she glances back down at my poon, which is at approximately her eye level.

Following her eyes down to my sex, I laugh.

“Wondering about my bald beav, are you?  “I’ve actually been waxing it completely for years; but I felt that it might make people uncomfortable, since it isn’t very common in our age group.  We’re not in our 20’s anymore, are we?  But since Diane kind of slipped up, and let the cat out of the bag, I figure I may as well drop the pretense.  Besides, I hate the private showers.  The air gets way too hot in there.”

“I always wondered why you used them.  You’ve got an awesome body, and you don’t seem to mind showing it off.  Your leotards are pretty minimalistic,” Paula responds.

“Yes, well, I don’t have to worry about it anymore, which will be nice.  Are you going or coming?”

“I just got off the floor, heading for a shower,” she answers.

“you know, Paula, I never understood why you used the private showers either.  Do you mind me asking?”

Paula doesn’t say anything.  She looks around at the other ladies, a few of whom are still staring at me.  She stands up, pulls off her sports bra, and then pulls down her shorts and panties, stepping out of them.  Before me is another beautiful, bald pussy, with particularly puffy outer lips.  I lick my lips with sexual hunger.

“Wow!  I guess I’m not the only one who’s been hiding their bald beav.  I never would have guessed.  Where do you get it done?”

“At Georgette’s Salon,” she answers, as she steps out of her shorts and panties, picking them up.

“Really?  So do the girls and I.  I wonder how many other women in here actually have bald poons.  Well, grab a towel and let’s hit the showers!”

As Paula follows me to the showers, I make a point of keeping my towel clear of my poon, so everyone can get a look.  At this point, I figure “in for a penny, in for a pound.”  As we hang up our towels and enter the shower area, I see that Diane has selected the very center shower head on the opposite wall, so everyone entering the shower is sure to notice her bare sex.  In less than 8 hours, she’s turned into an exhibitionistic, sex-crazed slut.  I love it.  I have come to the conclusion that basically everyone is just the right opportunity away from becoming a sexual animal.

The girls are using the showerheads on either side of Diane, with June and Dawn sharing one.  Diane is really taking her time soaping up, lingering around her sex.  June is standing behind Dawn, soaping up her sister, running her soapy hands over Dawn’ ass cheeks and between her legs.  Dawn is facing into the room, so everyone can see June’s hand on her sex.  I quickly walk up to Diane.  The other women in the shower are watching the show intently, some looking disgusted, and some getting visibly aroused.

“Easy, ladies,” I caution.  “We don’t want to get kicked out of here.  Anyway, look who I ran into?”

I indicate Paula, who’s already distracted, watching June soap up Dawn’s pussy from between her legs.

“Paula?  Honey?  Can you please stop staring at my daughter’s cunt?  I’d like you to meet someone,” I say with a chuckle.

Paula’s head snaps up, embarrassed, her face turning red.

“Oh, what?  I…I wasn’t staring.  I was just…thinking about something else,” Paula stammers.

Diane and I laugh, as I take Paula’s hand.

“It’s OK, honey.  I’m not offended or anything, and neither is Dawn.   She has a very beautiful pussy; and her curves only serve to highlight it.  Paula, this is Diane Larsen, my next door neighbor.  Diane, this is Paula…what’s your last name, Paula?”

“Benton” she responds.  “My husband’s name is Tom.”

“Well, Paula, it’s great to meet you,” Diane responds enthusiastically.  “So how long have you been waxing your pussy?”

“Oh…umm, since college.”

“It looks very nice,“ Diane gushes.  “It really shows off your large outer lips.”

“Uh…thanks,” Paula manages to say.

“I just got mine waxed for the first time this morning.  Sarah did it for me.  It was very erotic!”

Not knowing how to respond to THAT, Paula says “I’d better get showered.  I’ve got to get the kids home for a nap.  Nice to meet you,” she says as she walks down to an open showerhead, next to Jessie.

“Don’t scare her off, silly,” I chide Diane as I slide in behind her and start rubbing soap on her ass cheeks.  “She’s very cute, and lactating.  I want to sample that milk and that pussy,” I conclude, as I slide a soapy finger up into Diane’s asshole, eliciting a slight jump from Diane.

“Hey, didn’t you just lecture us on not getting kicked out of here?” she replies in a mock complaining voice.

I pull my finger out of her ass and start circling her rosebud with that hand, while kneading her ass cheek with the other.  Diane starts soaping up her tits and pulling on her nipples with her slippery fingers, leaning forward and sticking her chest out, so the bottom of her pussy is hidden from public view.  I move my finger forward and insert it into her dripping twat, realizing immediately that not all the liquid dripping onto my hand is water.  Since I’m behind her, the other women in the shower can’t actually see what I’m doing….But they soon realize what we’re trying to hide.  The disgusted ones stomp off; and the remaining three, with lust in their eyes, start playing with themselves, running their fingers lightly over their own sexes.  Jessie notices this, and starts to finger herself, as June gets more aggressive rubbing Dawn’s pussy, still from behind, for the other three ladies enjoyment.  We’re lucky no one else walks in on us; but it’s well after lunch; and most people are at work or heading back.  I catch Paula leaning her head towards the wall to peek behind Jessie.  From her view, she can see that my hand is cupping Diane’s honeypot from behind.  Keeping my hand on Diane’s sex, I smile at Paula, and purposely extract my middle finger from Diane’s pussy, extending it down away from her sex.  I then curl it up, so it’s pointing right into Diane’s cunt, and slowly plunge it back in.  There is no way Paula doesn’t realize what I’m doing. I continue to give her a lascivious smile as I move my middle finger in and out of Diane’s pussy, making sure the second knuckle is visible to Paula, going up and down.  Diane leans even further over, and I add the rest of my fingers, fucking her cunt vigorously, my hand sliding back and forth over her ass and into her pussy rapidly, my tits bouncing with the rhythm.  Paula looks up at me and back down to my hand, back and forth, her eyes getting winder by the second.  After only a couple of minutes of this, Diane’s pussy clenches around my hand, and she drops her hands to the shower floor to support herself, caught up in an intense orgasm.  As she drops, I get a better view of the three other women in the shower, all of whom are frigging their clits mercilessly, one of them having even reached around behind herself and inserted a finger into her ass.  I pull my hand out of Diane’s pussy, still staring directly at Paula; and, bringing my hand up to my face, I proceed to lick it clean of Diane’s juices.  On seeing this, Paula’s eyes kind of roll up into her head, her hands shoot up to support herself against the wall, and her entire body begins to convulse in an earth shattering orgasm.  Her tits begin to squirt milk against the wall, as she continues to buck in ecstasy.  I laugh in spite of myself.

“Girls!” I say somewhat sharply to get my daughters attention.  “Check out Paula.  You two thirsty?”

Jessie is watching Paula ride her  orgasm down, and moves to intercede.  She steps over to Paula and spins her around.  She grabs Paula’s wrists and pins her against the wall, pressing her body up against Paula’s.  Jessie begins to kiss Paula passionately, Paula opening her mouth to allow Jessie tongue access.  I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the shower floor, and start frigging my clit with abandon, as I watch Jessie and Paula kiss, Jessie’s hands roaming over Paula’s breasts, spreading the still leaking milk all over her tits.  The lady across the shower who had been masturbating with a finger up her ass, comes over to me, drops to the floor on her stomach, and buries her face in my pussy.  I grab the back of her head and run my pussy juice soaked fingers through her very curly sandy brown hair.  Diane, by now recovered from her own orgasm, gets down on her back, slides underneath this lady neither of us know, and starts to eat her pussy, replacing the missing finger from the woman’s ass with one of her own.  By this time, Jessie is kneeling in front of Paula, eating her pussy.  MY daughters move in on either side of Paula, and begin to suckle on her tits.

“Mmmmm….ahhhhh,” escapes Paula’s lips.  “This feels soooo good. I haven’t had my pussy eaten by a girl since college…Unghhh…yea…suck my clit!”

The other two ladies on the other side have hit the floor; and are eating each other’s cunts in a hot 69.  We are making quite a racket; but no one comes into or past the shower.  I’m guessing everyone left.  I relax a bit and close my eyes as this stranger continues to administer to my hungry pussy.

“What the HELL is going on!?” assaults my ears not 5 seconds later.

My eyes snap open. There stands Willow, her hands on her hips.  She has a high voice when she yells; but not a lot of volume.  Everyone buried in some else’s lovebox doesn’t hear it or ignores it, I can’t tell for sure.  My girls just ignore it, enjoying their liquid meal too much.  I can’t bring myself to disengage from the woman in front of me; so I just remain where I am and answer her calmly.

“Sorry, Willow, I guess we got a little carried away.”

“I’ll say,” she replies harshly.  Some old lady came running to the front desk, looking like she was going to have a stroke, screaming that there were a bunch of whores having an orgy in the shower!”

“Oops,” is all I say.

“Can you all please stop!?” Willow pleads.  “I don’t want to have to kick you out.”

“Girls, please stop.  Get Jessie up,” I request as I gently pull the woman’s head away from my pussy.