This is a true story. I am not serial gigolo, so mail directed to those ends will be universally disregarded. I have to add - this is not exactly a stroke story. Let's just say that in a lot of instances, I was in the right place at the right time with the right people. As it is, I was amazed at the details of my life I remembered – although as I remembered chronologically, more details came to the fore. © Hellraser 2014
If you followed my other looong story of growing up, there are some side trips that I can expand on now.
Sis...
Sis got married very young...16 young and was banished from our house by our bitch of a mother. Sis married a guy I'll just label as 'B'. She would probably never have taken the plunge except for the constant pressure from the bitch to marry HER choice of eligible, wealthy farmer's kids. That's what the bitch was all about. ONLY the wealthy need apply. No wonder she left at the first opportunity.
It didn't help that Sis got knocked up really soon thereafter – whether it was her wedding night or the back of her boyfriends pickup...who knows?
I think a little background is due here, assuming you haven't read my previous history. Our mom was a bitch...there wasn't any other way to describe her. Her idea of cooking was to burn everything. I don't recall ever seeing a pork chop fried so hard you could pound nails with it. Dad never commented and he had his reasons. Desserts? If we [family] wanted any, it was up to Sis and myself to make them. Sis RARELY called me Buck, it was always 'Baby Brudder' and that stuck with her the rest of her life. I remember having two birthday parties the whole time growing up and they were Sis' idea...she baked the cake and invited what few kids there were in our neighborhood. The bitch was more concerned over how much the kids DIDN'T pay for my gifts. Hell, this was the 50's and money didn't grow on trees like in the bigger cities. 95% of us all wore hand-me-downs.
For some reason, at about age 5, we must have come into some money somewhere, somehow because we had the biggest Christmas we'd ever had. I got an electric train that had a light and smoked if you put this special oil in the smokestack. I got a puppy, a boxer. As this was a 'super boxer', he grew the size of a great Dane and was my protector. He walked me to school, waited for me at recess and got between me and the bitch when she was in her normal foul mood. This lasted til school was out for 1st grade and he disappeared. Dad finally told me years later the bitch threatened to leave him if he didn't get rid of 'that damned dog'. I was hers to torment while Dad was at work and she didn't need anything protecting me.
The bitch was a holy terror as long as Dad was out of the house working. From my earliest memories, Sis was labeled a 'whore' by mom and beaten or slapped around. I was beaten for things real or imagined several times a day and Sis was there to console me. Sis was at least smart enough to make herself scarce most of the time. The bitch barely tolerated her. Alone, she was free to do whatever she pleased to me without witnesses. Sis and I slept together at night as often as possible and comforted each other. Neither of us were allowed to have friends over and I was rarely allowed to leave the yard.
Dad worked long and hard. He started with an oil company that was just getting off the ground after WW2, working his way up to the point he tested and signed purchase orders to buy crude oil for their refinery. Unfortunately, his job often took him out of town for days at a time. This tale isn't about my mom, per se, so read the 1st chapter of My Youth if you want gory details.
Sis remained my best buddy throughout her life. In my mind, she was the most beautiful girl/woman I had ever known. Red hair, a BIG bustline and slender hips, the high school boys followed her like puppies. Her first husband enlisted in the Air Force and got stationed in El Paso, Tx. I was really young at the time but we made frequent trips to Texas to bail them out of financial problems...seems the hubby liked to gamble, drink and party. Unfortunately for Sis, B had no qualms about leaving the house, my new nephew and the bills for her while he did what he wanted. After serving his hitch, he decided that coast to coast trucking was going to be his new way of life. Actually, the asshole considered himself a coxman and really never attempted to hide the fact. I'll admit, he was a big guy. Even as a young adult, I could put two fingers through his his high school ring. They never live any one place too long and by this time, Sis had two more kids. B was a driver for a union firm and his seat partner was a guy from our old hometown. B and Sis were now in a 'rent to own' acreage and B gone the majority of the time, leaving Sis to handle the place,the kids, a horse and a couple of head of cattle. His partner married a hometown girl the same time B married Sis [I think there was a shotgun involved as THEIR girl was a little older. Almost a year older than my oldest nephew]. His wife Retta was nice, but a tad on the homely side -skinny to the point of bony, flat chested and no ass. Their daughter was exactly the opposite – drop dead sexy from the time she was twelve on and hell on wheels to boot.
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My Dad was in surgery to try to remove a brain tumor. Sis and hubby 'B' came to be with the family. Dad was convinced he wouldn't survive it, no matter what. The bitch told him and the rest of the family she didn't sign on to take care of an invalid which really distanced her from everyone but my older brother, her favorite. I had a very successful rock band and was making scads of money – soo, I was chosen to foot the bill for feeding nine of us. B and I were delegated to hit a hamburger joint and buy food for those in our waiting room. Lo and behold, we were no sooner away from the hospital when B started bragging about all the pussy he was getting on the road. Knock me over with a feather. Did this asshole KNOW who he was talking to? I had no qualms about telling him what a total low life he was. His reply was he did what a 'real man' would do. I never thought much of him as a man OR a husband before so how could I think of him that much LESS now, but it kinda makes you wonder why Sis dipped so low in the shallow end of the gene pool. I resolved to just ignore this dickwad for the rest of my life. Dad survived surgery but we were told he had maybe a year to live and I was bound and determined to spend all the time with him he had left. The strangest thing happened – Sis and I were cut out of Dad's will, leaving everything to the bitch as executrix and my older brother. Dad had told me something 180 degrees different. I smell bitch here.
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Monthly Reserve meeting....
B and his buddy had been gone three weeks and I was entertaining my niece and nephews at Sis' house. B's partner's wife we'll call Retta came to visit, the kiddies left to play with friends so we broke out the beer. Don't ask me how or why but the topic of conversation turned to breast sizes. [More background here – Sis had humongous tits by now, like cantaloupe sized tits, gaining at least a cup size per kid . Poor Retta, on the other hand, was still near flat as a board.] Imagine my chagrin when asked WHAT SIZE BREASTS TURNED ME ON!! Maybe too much beer but I could still hold an adult conversation... yeah right! I stepped back and looked at both women. Sis pulled her shoulders back and thrust those melons right at me.[I hope the drool didn't show] Poor Retta had more bra than boob but her top was tight and she had a bulge under each armpit.
“Retta, I'm going to touch you. Sis, move out in front of us, please.”
Retta was a little hesitant as her hubby was known to be a jealous asshole, even if she KNEW he ran around on her.[and later, according to her, RARELY touched her]
I had Retta scoot forward on her chair a bit so I could get behind her.
“Hon, put your hands on your hips and keep your elbows out.” This gave me access to her underarms. I pushed those bulges in and forward and all of a sudden, she gained a cup size.
Sis wouldn't believe what she was seeing and Retta only felt her bra get tighter. We must have had too much beer because Sis talked Retta into taking her top off. She only agreed if Sis did the same thing. Looking at Sis, I mean REALLY looking at Sis, I never knew they MADE bras that big. Sis did drop the fact that she wore an E cup now. [Other than the natural pull of gravity, Sis' tits stuck straight out. This was before implants became a reality.] After taking her top off, I re-pushed her bulges. Retta looked down to see boob punching out of her bra cups.
“I can't believe it! I don't bulge out like this even if I'm wearing an underwire push-up bra. I got TITS!!”
Sis added “Have you ever been fitted for a bra?”
“No, I've just thrown a tape measure around me and went with that. I haven't changed cup size since since high school. I'm surprised I had enough to nurse my daughter.”
Retta had to hit the bathroom to check herself out in the mirror. She ran back in the room and laid an open mouthed kiss on me, like she was trying to swab my tonsils. Sis just had a smokey look in her eyes.
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Sis worked in some kind of auto/truck moving place. You needed a vehicle moved to another part of the country, they loaded it up and moved it for you. I was still in the damned reserves, so I stayed with Sis on meeting weekends. Since there were about twenty single or divorced secretaries of some shape, age or description in her office, she had me fixed up for a date Friday and Saturday nights. I know what I wanted...the ladies knew what THEY wanted and it worked out for all of us. No hassle for any of us – dinner, maybe a movie or hit a club, then off to their place where we practiced getting them pregnant. Naw, I didn't actually knock any one of them up, but the practice was wonderful and I have to say, energetic.
Regardless, Sis had to fill Retta in on how big a 'stud' her 'baby brudder' was, leaving NOTHING to the imagination. My, how those secretaries can talk....NOTHING is sacred. The longer she talked, embarrassing the hell out of me, the heavier Retta started breathing. Sis wasn't in much better shape. Retta was rubbing her thighs together and Sis was squeezing her ginormous boobs.
I guess these two high school friends commiserated with each other since both hubbies worked together and both were gone weeks at a time which bred horniness.
“Do you know how wet I'd get everytime one of those bitches at work filled us all in on where and what the two of you did on your dates? And you, brudder, never say a suggestive word when you come to the office to visit. If I didn't hear the girl's stories I would never have believed it.”
“Sounds like these ladies must date a lot of high school boys. A gentleman never tells tales. My advice would be to restrict visits to the break room to one at a time.”
“I knew about your 'harem' back home and brudder, if you lived in OKC, you'd have about twenty willing new members. One of them even said her ex saw you guys at a club and came around wanting her back. Drunk, he said he only stepped out on her to find a little new pussy. She told him if he'd had even one more inch, he'd have found new pussy at home.”
The more Sis talked, the more Retta squirmed. Her daughter was developing a rep as a 'round heels' in Jr High and I think Retta just fed on it. Sis, not to be left behind, dropped her bra asking me if her nipples were 'too big'. Fuck me running. I wanted to bite down on them and pray for lock jaw. Retta followed her example, having long nipples and about zero breast flesh. Sis spoke up and said Retta's husband made fun of her because she had 'boy titties'. Retta actually had very low self esteem, owing to her perceived inadequacies and her husband seldom paying attention to her other than 'wash my damned clothes and get me another beer, will ya'. It wasn't hard to tell she was more of a maid around the house than a wife.
Up to this point, I hadn't touched Sis or Retta in any kind of intimate way. With Retta, underarms don't count. Now, Sis and Retta were both topless and not the least bit shy about it. What's a guy supposed to do? Since Sis seemed to be the instigator of the two, I waited for her next move. I couldn't see Retta taking the initiative herself.
“Baby Brudder, I had my tubes tied several years ago. I want what those sluts at the office are getting. I know we're family, but so what? B hasn't touched me in months. I want this and from the look in your eyes, so do you. Retta hasn't been able to conceive since their daughter. Her husband wants a son and that is never going to happen, so he doesn't even try anymore.”
Retta got all teary-eyed spoke up; “IF he comes home drunk enough he'll paw at me a little, pull my nipples then pass out. I'm a woman, damn it! I need it like every other woman and guess what – you and I aren't EVEN related. It's no secret I'm kinda plain but that doesn't stop my hormones.”
Retta got up and asked Sis if she could borrow a washrag.
“Why do you need a washrag?”
“I've got to get these panties off before I stain my slacks and make a mess on this chair. I'll just use it as a liner.”
Sis was grinning ear to ear; “Help yourself, girl.”
Retta was still squeezing her thighs together as she waddled to the bathroom.
“Buck, I want you but Retta needs to know she's more than a body slave and cleaning woman. Will you do her?”
I was grinning; “Oh, guess I could be talked into it. Are you SURE this is what you both want? If the hubbies ever found out, someone is going to get hurt. I don't want it to be me and damned sure don't want it to be either of you. Sis, if you only knew how many times I jerked off thinking about you all through Jr. High and High School, you'd be embarrassed.”
Sis' knees went weak.
“You did, you really did? But you had all those girls following you and the band around [if the band played locally, Sis was front and center every night] and how many guys score a mother/daughter team to fuck their brains out, not to mention all the pussy they brought home to you.”
I don't understand how she could be so shocked. This wasn't about 'other' women.
“You were ALWAYS my number one jerk off fantasy. Think about it – YOU were the one to comfort me and rub my aches and pains as a kid and sang me to sleep. YOU were the one that got between the bitch and I to keep me from a few beatings. YOU wrote me in the service while brother and mom ignored me. YOU always make sure I have a date on reserve weekends. It was always and could only be a fantasy because you belonged to someone else.”
Sis was bawling by this time, rushing up to me and mashing those wonderful tits hard on my chest.
Retta had come in sometime during this confession.
“She loves you Buck. Probably more than she loves B. You are all she talks about. Every little accomplishment, she's all over it. When you were just a kid, you were so scrawny, then you filled out and won that President's deal as a senior. You can bet she threw that up in B's face. He couldn't make an eight man football team despite his size because he tripped over his own big feet and if you think that's funny, watch him dance sometime. She never said really out loud, but I think she was impressed with the number of happy women you had around. I'd like to be one of those happy women if you can make time for me. BTW, sometime, tell me about this mother/daughter deal. I heard bits and pieces from your sister.” Hmmm, let's see – she's deprived of male attention and her teenage daughter has the makings of a nympho. Does she see this going somewhere?
In the meantime, Sis never left my arms and now she had her head on my shoulder. I had a LOT to consider and a really short time to do it in. Sis plus Retta..WTF am I doing, or want to do or GOING to do. I never thought I'd ever be in this position and frankly, I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. I was in a position to realize the strongest fantasy I'd had in my life and a long time acquaintance making herself available....oh shit, oh dear!
I turned my chin down to speak to my sister and Sis took it as an invitation. Her arms went from my shoulders to the back of my head and she put her lips to mine, tongue searching. What could I do? Fate seemed to have made my decisions for me so I just went for it. She wanted a kiss, well, brace yourself, girl.
Sis had a death grip on my head, mashing our lips together. I let my hands trail slowly down her back until they rested on her tight buttocks. If she were going to back out, now would be the time. Otherwise, it was just a loving, semi nude kiss. I'd no sooner clenched those tight butt cheeks and her mound was rubbing on my leg. Some part of my mind, probably the part that this was all a dream, likened it to a dog hunching on my thigh.
I think, given enough time, Sis would have got her jollies on my leg. Once she broke the kiss, she rubbed her breasts back and forth across my chest while rubbing her mound on my leg. I did make it easier or at least more stimulating for her – I extended my leg a little to give her something to get a little more friction on. Looking over, Retta looked happy for Sis but she looked a little like a lost puppy. I reached a hand to her and she leaped over to cling to me and I wrapped that free hand around her slender body. She didn't hunch, she bawled and rubbed her head on my upper chest. Now I there were two needy women and one of me.
“Sis.....SIS! Are we going to stand here in the front room and rub bellies or what? When are the kiddies due back?”
This broke the spell with her momentarily.
“Not for several hours. They were going to hit McDonalds then go to a skating rink. They'll call when they want picked up. It leaves us with several hours yet, I think. Are you going someplace?”
“As far as the closest bedroom, ladies. Whatever happens after that is anyone's guess.” When I said 'ladies' and 'bedroom' in the same sentence, Retta's eyes lit up and she broke out in a huge grin.
“OhMyGod, OhMyGod, OhMyGod!” And with that, she was shucking her pants as she went.
Dad always told me the closer the bone, the sweeter the meat. In Retta's case, I hope that was so because she didn't have an ounce of padding anywhere, even her butt was bony. Sis just clung to my arm as we headed in that direction.
“Honey, I have to admit the thought of you between my legs has crossed my mind from time to time, especially after hearing those women talk. B hasn't touched me in a while, either, so I may go off like a firecracker, Don't worry too much about me...make it good for Retta, ok?”
“I never give it less than my best, Sis. You know, Dad always told me to take care of the lady and make sure she got all she came for and I'd get taken care of along the way and she'd always ask me back. I've tried to live by that since I was nine.”
“I'd heard that rumor, but how many nine year olds are fucking? You know that was all over high school at the time...used to embarrass the shit out of me.”
“Blame it on the bitch that I wasn't a normal nine year old. A shrink friend of mine said it was the abuse that started me into early puberty. It wasn't all fun and games for me growing up...I was always the freak.”
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In her bedroom....
Retta was naked by this time and laying on the side of the bed. I piled in the middle after stripping down and Sis lay on the other side of me. I had two women's hands on 'lil' Buck, I was already standing tall as soon as I dropped my boxers.
Sis told Retta to go ahead. [My thought was she was anticipating that I'd get off quickly and her turn would last longer....'she dunno me vewy well' to quote a famous Tweety Bird.
I pulled Retta towards me to the point I could get on top of her. Remember, I told ya'll she had long nipples and I went for them, not only tonguing them but laving around her entire breast, such as it wasn't. Didn't matter to her. She about ripped the hair outta my head moving me from side to side, like I was only going to favor one. I kissed my way down until I hit the crater that was her navel. She bent in half.
“What are you doing? No one's ever put a tongue in my naval before!”
I smirked; “You ain't seen nothin yet, relax and enjoy.”
That led me down to her mons where I kinda cringed. I don't think TRIMMING it ever crossed her mind. Hell, I guess if her old man was ignoring her, why bother. It bothered me but that was a topic for AFTER SEX. I scooted down some more and she tensed up again as I parted her labia, brushing her long thick bush to each side. I licked her from pucker to clit and the woman totally came unglued.
“What are you doing? No one puts their face in a pussy, let alone their tongue. That's nasty. I'd read about it in a few of husband's magazines, but never ever thought anyone would be doing it to me.”
“Who's running this rodeo, anyway?” I asked “No one has EVER eaten your pussy?”
“You're the first.”
“Then just relax and enjoy it.”
“But it's so nasty. I pee down there.”
“Never sucked a dick? Here's a news flash – WE pee down there too. You won't be thinking nasty in a minute.”
Gawd, here was a thirty-something MARRIED woman who's never enjoyed having her pussy licked. Ignoring her squirming, I latched onto her clit, sucking and nibbling on it. It took her maybe 15 seconds to decide this wasn't such a horrible thing after all as she hit her first peak. After that, she'd discover a brand new toy. I'll give the woman credit, she let me eat her until she passed out. Pussy eating was going to be her new thing. She would also learn she was a squirter.
I needed another beer, so Sis and I hit the kitchen.
“I think you did a number on poor old Retta. Hehehe, wait til she finally gets you to fuck her.”
“I can't believe a woman her age is so...naive'. Doesn't her old man do ANYTHING for her?”
“Probably just like B. It's all about him. At least B gets my motor running, then I have to get myself off because he's sound asleep. Retta's old man, sadly for her, has a tiny dick, according to her, about as long as her finger. Like that secretary said – with the size of your dick, you'll find new pussy her husband has never touched or reached...you know what I mean.”
“So what's the game plan now?”
“Let's go wake her up and you rock her world, then we'll worry about me. I'm getting hot just watching, Brudder.”
Retta was starting to stir when we went back in. Sis had made her a glass of iced tea which she drained in one sitting. She also had the common sense to get a towel to put under her girlfriend.
“I have never, ever in my life cum that way or that many times. You didn't get off. Can I give you a blow job or something? I'm supposed to be kinda good at it.”
“Darlin, I can think of a lot better places to put my load besides down your throat. We'll do that some other time, assuming you'd like to do this again.”
“You're here once a moth, right? For the whole weekend?”
“Yeppers, for the foreseeable future anyway.”
“Then we have a date providing the old man is gone. Now, what else did you have in mind?”
“Now, I'd like you on your back with you pretty little legs spread and knees up, if your agreeable to that.”
A leap and a bounce and she was spread eagled, holding her knees to her chest. This must have been her hubby's best plan of attack if Sis' description of his tiny dick was accurate. Oh well, guess I'll get into some uncharted territory, going where 'No man has gone before me'. [Gotta love Star Trek] To say she was already soaked would be putting it mildly, both from my saliva and her own delude. Taking my position, I swabbed my dick up and down her slot a couple of times and she grabbed me to center me over her hole. I eased in, and in, and in and watched her eyes get bigger with every inch. I'm not huge by any means, but compared to her man, I was a porn star.
Her first cum came with me buried to the hilt and she was off to dreamland again. I could have just pulled out and saved it for Sis, but why cheat her. I stayed buried until she showed signs of life again and rolled her over on her knees. This wasn't new to her but the depth of penetration was. I could feel myself bumping into her spongy cervix. Every bump and she let out a long moan, asking me to do it harder. I did her one better. I rolled her clit in my fingers with one hand and used my thumb coated with the syrup running out of her pussy. As she got very near a new plateau, I slid that thumb in her tight little asshole. She shrieked, she bucked and she came...then passed out again. I grabbed her unconscious hips and hammered her until I blew my own load.
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Believe it or not, I'd managed to work up a sweat, so I asked Sis if it was ok to shower.
“Sure, Brudder...I'll even help you.” She led me by the dick into the bathroom.
Sis insisted on getting in, ostensibly to scrub my back. She spent more time soaping up my dick and putting a soapy finger in my ass.
“Does that feel good, Brudder? I love things in my ass. B would kill me if I ever brought a vibrator home, but there's always carrots, cucumbers and even bananas. I use them to get me through all the time alone and after that limp dick starts snoring.” Hmm. More food for thought. [EWWW that was a terrible pun] I got cleaned up and we toweled off, going back to the bedroom.
Pulling on my hand, Sis bounced onto her back, dragging me between her legs. Without preamble, she locked her legs over my hips.
“Just fuck me Brudder. I've been so ready just thinking about it and watching you with Retta and don't bother being gentle. I LIKE it hard, deep and rough!”
Sis, as opposed to Retta, had a shaved pussy with fleshy lips. Damned funny. I'd never noticed a camel toe on her even in shorts. Oh well. I plowed her furrow just like she asked me and true to her word, she went off after about ten strokes.
“Oh GAWD!! I just love this! Harder Brudder, make me too sore to walk tomorrow. Pull my nipples. Fuck that, bite them..I'll tell you if it's too hard. I want every part of me to know I been royally fucked and it's my Baby Brudder that did it.”
I could do that. I got her off I don't know how many times...I wasn't keeping count, however, she did say 'too sore to walk tomorrow' so I flipped her over and used my greasy dick to invade her asshole. She must have been practicing with the banana or a cucumber because there was very little resistance to my entrance. I wanted to blow her colon up like a balloon- she'd be shitting my nasty cum for a week.
I fucked Sis at first, hit the bathroom to clean my nasty dick, then came back and made love to the woman I'd loved and looked up to my whole life. Retta was still snoring away when we drifted off for a nap, only to wake up to a ringing phone..the kids were ready to come home. It was very hard to sleep alone on the couch that night, still horny and all alone.
I headed for my meeting, needing to be there by 6:30AM for some ungodly reason, then spent the day doing my damnedest to stay awake. Now I had MORE of an incentive to COME to OKC instead of these fucking boring-assed reserve meetings, but there has to be a better solution. 3:30 couldn't come soon enough...only one more day. The 45 minute commute across town to Sis' place seemed to take forever too. I had the opportunity to chat with my niece and two nephews before they all blew off to parts unknown. Since it was Saturday night, they'd worked out sleep overs at friends house. I THINK Sis had a little bit to do with them finding someplace else to stay tonight. B and his partner had called earlier saying they had tickets to a stock car race in Talladega, Florida and were taking several days off and 'Oh, BTW, Comcheck me a couple of hundred dollars'. Sis rolled her eyes at that and said “Fat chance.” Lucky them...luckier me.
Retta popped over a little after our meal with a bag. Sis evidently invited her to spend the night on the excuse she wouldn't have to spend it alone. They gave the kids about an hour head start and off came the clothes. On the couch Retta curled up on one side and Sis on the other. Retta seemed to get really 'clingy' and wanted my hand over her shoulder holding her bra-less breast. Her hands were under my shirt trying to rub the hair off my chest. Sis has my other hand inside her bra, rolling her nipple.
“Shall we watch TV or what?”
“Try it and I'll beat you bloodier than the bitch ever did. That or we could figure something else more conductive to do.” said Sis
Sis and Retta must have spent a big chunk of today talking about last night. Retta could not believe Sis 'let' me screw her ass.
“Retta, I'm tellin ya, I WANTED him in my ass. I LOVE the feeling of being stretched and the sensation of warm cum shooting inside me. It's prolly not for everyone but ok, it's one of my kinks...let's leave it at that. Besides, who lost her tiny fucking mind YESTERDAY when someone, naming no names, poked a finger in HER asshole, huh?”
“Well a certain someone didn't ASK me if I wanted to do it, they just did it.”
“And I never heard you complain, at least while you were conscious.”
“Well, it was so different.”
“Girls, I AM right here, you know.”
“Girlfriend, men been eating pussy and fucking people up the ass since dirt was new. You're used to predictable sex, no surprises, NO explosions and NO passing out, right? Right?”
“I just didn't know you could do those things.”
“Well, you can and you can try new things if only to see if you like them. Buck isn't going to force you to do anything.”
“Ladies, I had a long, boring day and I'm headed to bed.”
“Not alone you're not, buster!”
“First come first serve, or is that first cum?”
It wasn't hard to settle that argument. Retta sat on my face with my tongue in her about up to her belly button and Sis rode me cowgirl style. Retta didn't pass out tonight but you should have heard her when Sis did a reverse cowgirl and begged me to finger her ass while she bounced up and down on my hard dick.
Retta got her turn and rode me [a first for her] and only screeched a little when I put a finger up her ass. After that, she didn't mind at all.
I had to get up early again to make the meeting, but promised to come back before heading home. Again, a long, boring day. The only plus, since we were a 'mobile' hospital, [like we EVER went anywhere], we has a cook section and they did a great job, for the Army, that is – coffee, biscuits and gravy for breakfast and a so-so lunch of cold cuts for sandwiches.
We had duty, however. In their infinite wisdom, the Army brass had us working in a convalescent home, relieving the regular people for the weekend. There was a girl there I'd watched the last couple of meetings and the more I watched, the harder my dick got. You could tell she was all or part American Indian and was a dead ringer for Cher, the singer. Guys will be guys and we were taking bets on who would take her out first. Looking back, I SHOULDA passed on the whole deal...I ended up marrying the round heeled skank. Sometimes when you win a bet, you lose more than you bargained for.
I did go back to Sis' house where both women told me what I would be doing here on meeting weekends. IF the hubbies were home, Sis would make me the usual date with her co-workers, otherwise, my time was needed for 'other' things. My mind was racing with the crazy sex I just had with my older sister and her friend. Was it all a dream? Did I just commit incest with my sister? Retta was a no-brainer...she needed it and I was happy to provide, but Sis?? I just couldn't wrap my brain around that fact. This was big, this was huge, this changed everything. My life had now taken a very alarming turn. I started to question what kind of person I was. I certainly couldn't put the blame on my parents. Dad had little to say about sex, other than a little advice to make sure I wasn't some user asshole. The bitch, on the other hand made no bones that: 1. No woman was worth me and 2. I wasn't worth the trouble of being with as I would always be homely, underpaid and worthless for anything else. It would have been better in her mind, if I'd been stillborn.
That left it to me to justify this in my own head...Sis was obviously ok with it and Retta was a lonely woman who needed a fuck buddy that would take care of her unfulfilled and unknown desires. In a perfect world, there'd be a mandatory Sex 101 class for every high school senior exposing them to the right and wrong way of dealing with a spouse or significant other, both emotionally and physically.
The next month''s meeting brought an ever stranger revelation into our new threesome. Retta wanted me to do her daughter. Since it was plain her child was bumping fuzzies every chance she got, the smart thing would be to put her on the pill. I'd said before her little girl got an early start in jr. high and was making a reputation for herself in high school. Retta's thinking, that like her, her daughter, whom we'll call Sherry, was getting the usual boy fucks..climb on, poke it, one and done. “Oh? You didn't get off? Sorry babe...next time.” The two of them had a serious mother/daughter chat and once Sherry opened up, she confessed sex didn't do all that much for her and she had to get herself off after a 'date'. It was a shock to Retta that Sherry had started full penetration at an early age, way prior to her 1st period. Sherry was also very aware of what a bore her dad was..pig was her definition. Retta let on that she had an outlet now that was safe, caring and even loving and if Sherry wanted, she could be shown that sex WAS satisfying.
The problem here was me. Sherry was a little 'under' what I'd set as the minimum age for a play partner at 18. [Although, in this state, 16 is the age of consent to marry or just fuck, however, couldn't vote or drink.] I had Sis and Retta trying to convince me that it wasn't like I was tapping a virgin. As per usual, my monthly meeting came up and off to Sis's house I went. No husbands to worry about this weekend either. Kids were gone, as usual and clothes dropped all the way to the bedroom. I was balls deep in Retta and Sis had my nose massaging her clit while I tried to keep from drowning. Sis got her nut and climbed off to lick the secretions off my face. Imagine my surprise when I noticed movement off to the side of the bed. Sherry stood there in just her panties watching her mom ride me like there were no tomorrow, getting off like a string of firecrackers and she's watched Sis get her pussy royally eaten.
I poked Retta in the back to get her to turn around, and shocked shit out of me when she said; “Oh hon, glad to see you made it. THIS is what good sex is like, a whole world better than what we get from our husbands. Your dad never trips my trigger like this, Hell, he doesn't even try. Probably like the little wannabe's that do you.”
Retta rolled off me to one side as Sis took up the other. Retta pulled Sherry down on my naked lap.
“Does it shock you? His sister and I do this every chance we get, although it's only the weekends he's here.”
Sherry was doing a bobble head thing between Sis and her own mother.
“I have never watched anybody have sex before and I have NEVER seen anyone get off like you did, Mom. What was that thing Buck was doing to his sister?”
Sis spoke up; “My brother was licking my pussy. It's called oral sex...ever heard of that?”
“Oh sure, all the guys want me to take their dicks in my mouth. No one's ever licked me before, if you don't count my dog.”
“Baby, the sooner you find a real MAN instead of those boys, the happier you will be.” said Retta
While all this is going on, I couldn't help but notice that Sherry had turned into a full blown woman. She had to be bigger than a B cup and had curves in all the right places. How her mom missed out, I'll never know. In my head, she was making an impression on a specific part of me. In my heart, I had a hard time justifying it. Sherry wasn't helping. Her little ass and pussy were right over a very dear and hardening part of me when she turned and laid a very grownup kiss on me.
“Time out ladies...Sis, Retta into the kitchen NOW!”
“Retta, we talked about this before. I know she's your daughter, but my God, she's still just a high school kid!”
“Buck, if it weren't for the fact she's been on the pill the last four years, you'd be talking about a mother by now...how does that figure into your 'kid' scenario?”
“Damned if I know, it just doesn't feel like the right thing to do, pills or no pills.”
Sis spoke up; “Buck, I am also aware that you started this 'harem' thing as a teenager. I KNOW how young the neighbor girls were and you didn't have a problem breeding them.”
“At least they were close to my own age. Sherry is like half that.”
“With her experience to date, does that make her less a woman and less deserving of the right kind of sex? I would venture to say she's had MORE sex, such as it was, than Retta and I put together over the last four years.”
Crap...I hate logic especially when I'm on the losing end.
“Ok, so I go in, show her a good time, expand her horizons a little. It's not like she and I will ever be a couple, so what happens if she latches on to an old fart like me?”
“If this 'old fart' takes care of her, meets her needs and loves her, this is wrong how?
Fuck, painted into a corner again!
Ok, long story short, the next two months, I had three women to satisfy once I got a 'I swear I'll never tell a soul about this' from Sherry. We'd explained to her that a little slip of the lips would put ME in jail, her in a foster home, her mother likely sharing the cell next to me and Sis' whole family broken up. I MEANT for it to be sobering.
Sherry had absolutely no filters. If I suggested it, she wanted to try it, even to the point of eating out my sister. Retta couldn't quite cross that line, but Sis didn't care. We turned Sherry from a relatively ignorant girl into a butt fucking, pussy eating, fuck me til I scream woman. She knew what felt good now and what she EXPECTED from her future lovers. I pity the poor high school boys. With the right clothes and makeup, Sherry could look 18 or better. Now if Retta could keep her out of the bars and clubs.
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During the next year, several things happened. Retta came out of her shell and Sis got tired of B being gone and fucking around. About this time, B's folks died in a bad car wreck and he got their farm, back in our hometown. Sad for him, one too many girlfriends called him at home and Sis divorced his lame ass, getting the farm in the deal.
I guess Sis has a problem being alone. She married some other limp dick that tried to hock all the farm and all the equipment. Trouble was, he had no name on any of the titles. He knew it, we knew it and the bank knew it. He and I had a 'come to Jesus' talk and I ended up beating his ass...more than once before he finally got the message. They got a divorce. Retta hung in there with her lard-assed husband, but since her people lived in the same area, she did manage to visit. I lasted a couple of years with the skank I married before she dropped an illegitimate boy on me...that ended that little fiasco.
Really, what I needed for me was to just move on. It would be many years before seeing Sis again. I always loved her, now I loved her in a whole different way, but society wasn't very favorable to us solving that little dilemma. It was a couple of divorces later before we got together again, but we always talked by phone or letter. After my last divorce, she begged and pleaded for me to move back home.
