A GOOD TEACHER

Although we were both twenty-three years old, Rita and I were virgins when we married in June, 1964 shortly after we graduated from the university. Rita was very outgoing, but she was "saving herself" for her husband. In high school, I was painfully shy and awkward around girls my age and rarely went out on dates; however, even from the day we first met, I was at ease around Rita. We nearly lost our virginity to each other several months before our wedding -- on November 22, 1963.

Extremely upset at the events of the day, Rita signed out of her dormitory early in the afternoon saying she was going home. Instead, she came to my apartment crying over what was happening. I consoled Rita as best as I could -- I too was upset over the events of the day. She continued sobbing, off and on for a few hours. I offered her wine, but she said she wanted something stronger. I "borrowed" a liter of tequila my roommate, Mark, had stashed away; and found some salt and limes. We did the entire bottle, one jigger at a time.

I suggested we lay on my bed -- it was a single bed, barely enough room for the two of us. Over the past few weeks we made out in the bed several times, but never went all the way. However, tonight, presidential assassination or not, I wanted pussy. I suggested she take off her starched, ironed dress to keep from wrinkling it any further. She hung it in my closet and lay down beside me in her slip, panties and bra. I could clearly make out she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. We kissed with much passion which seemed to calm her. I asked if I could take my jeans off saying they were tight and restrictive. She agreed but looked away and did not see my hard dick making a tent in my boxer shorts. I lay beside her again, and we continued kissing. I put my hand on her tit -- something she allowed previously, but this time I rubbed and squeezed. She responded positively, so I reached my hand under her bra and felt the hard nipple. I squeezed it between my fingers and asked her to loosen her bra. She sat up, reached behind her back and unsnapped the garment. I eased the slip straps off her shoulders and gazed at her beautiful titties. Her body could be described as slender; her titties were a little large for her frame but well-shaped. I hungerly kissed her and massaged each tit. I worked a nipple with my mouth massaging the other breast with my hand.

I moved my hand down her abdomen resting it on her crouch, although her slip and panties were still a barrier to the pussy I craved. She didn't say anything, but she moved my hand back to one of her tits and we continued to kiss. My balls were hurting, so without a word I pulled my boxer shorts off and guided her hand to my throbbing dick. She took her hand off my tool and whispered, "No, we can't; we may not be able to stop; I might get pregnant..."

I maneuvered her hand back to my cock and pleaded, "Please hold it... I'm hurting."

She gripped it -- after a fashion -- using her four finger tips and her thumb tip. I put my hand over hers and forced her to grasp it. I then masturbated with my hand over hers. In only a few strokes I could feel the cum breaking out... I sped up the rhythm and she enthusiastically joined. I let go of her hand and she continued vigorously stroking my dick. My cum didn't erupt in ropes but spurted all over -- onto her, onto my bed and onto me. Only then did I notice her other hand passionately rubbing her pussy under her high-waist panties -- she reached orgasm shortly after me. I tried to put my hand under her panties, but again she moved my hand away. We lay in each other's arms gently kissing -- both spent. We slept together in that small bed, waking the next morning each with a tequila hangover. We never again reached such levels of passion until our wedding night about six months later.

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Our wedding was a "low key" affair -- early Saturday afternoon ceremony at a small restaurant we frequented. Mark arranged a local judge to do the honors. Rita's mother refused to attend since we weren't being married in the Church. We drove to a French Quarter hotel for our honeymoon checking in about six o'clock and going immediately to our room overlooking Bourbon Street.

Rita undressed slowly in front of me -- not a strip-tease, but a slow, sensuous disrobing. Her body was as beautiful as I recalled from the previous November; titties well shaped although slightly pendulous and a hirsute pussy -- black thick hair matching her head. She looked at me with those penetrating dark, brown eyes. I tore a couple of buttons off my shirt getting undressed -- my dick was hard in anticipation of fucking that beautiful woman I loved so much; pre-cum was already oozing from the pee-hole.

We lay on the bed without pulling back the covers, kissing and rubbing each other. I could feel her pussy was moist and I entered her for the first time. I shot my load almost as soon as I penetrated that wonderful pussy.

"Honey, what happened?"

"I don't know -- I guess I was so horny for you I lost it. I might have had too much to drink after the wedding. Damn Mark and his martinis."

She stroked my dick and I got hard again. I eased into her and we both lay still savoring the moment. I slowly moved my dick up and down in her wet fuck-hole a few times, but as soon as we both started rocking enthusiastically, I lost it again. We fucked twice more that night with the same result. We gave up about 1:00 am -- I finger-fucked her while she masturbated. We tried again early the next morning. I rubbed and fingered her until she was moist, then I slowly moved my dick into her cunt. It was the same result: a couple of thrusts and I came. Like the night before, together we masturbated her to orgasm.

"Love, don't worry about this. I studied premature ejaculation in my Human Sexuality course. It's something we can work on. I'm satisfied with the orgasms I'm getting and we'll take care of this little trouble."

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A few days after our wedding Rita earned admission to University of Texas Medical School. I qualified for the graduate program in Chemical Engineering at University of Texas. We moved into a nice apartment in Austin. Surprisingly, Mark, who planned to attend Tulane Law School, enrolled in the University of Texas Law School. I met Mark when we were fraternity brothers during our freshman year at LSU. Mark was tall and skinny with a very pronounced Adam's apple. He had thin red hair and freckles. He looked like a tall Howdy Doody, but there was something about him that attracted the women. Maybe it was the fact that he was hung like a horse. He dated and fucked so many gorgeous sorority girls that he lost count. He dated Rita before I met her, but couldn't get to first base. He once quipped, "I took her to a nice restaurant -- I expect at least a hand-job when I spend that much money on a date but all I got was a good-night peck on the cheek."

Before he went out with Rita, Mark dated Rita's older sister, Gloria. Everyone describes Rita as beautiful, but Gloria's beauty was several steps above. Rita was short, only about five feet two inches tall, and dark-complexioned, favoring her Cajun father. Gloria, on the other hand, was tall, about five feet nine inches tall, red-haired and well-proportioned getting her genes from her mother of Irish descent. She won third runner-up in the Miss Louisiana Pageant a few years previously.

Gloria was somewhat of a "tease" and had the reputation of being "easy". She petted heavily with Mark; let him feel her breasts (over several layers of clothes and lingerie) and would rub his dick as it was tucked safely in his blue jeans. She would go no further so after nearly a month of exhaustive effort Mark gave up trying. Gloria was devastated Mark dumped her. Several months later she married Jim-Bob, a bachelor twenty years older than her who owned several car dealerships in south Louisiana. He built her a large mansion overlooking a bayou near Baton Rouge. They ran in all of the elite social circles in Baton Rouge and New Orleans, and she seemed content with her life.

Over the next few months Rita and I worked on my premature ejaculation problem. She consulted medical texts for remedies. We tried creams, lotions and condoms with some measure of success. Once when we had too much to drink, we confided in Mark. All he offered was to service Rita while I worked out my problem on my own. Mark was not pining for Rita, although I'm sure he would fuck her if given the chance.

Mark had an extensive collection of 16mm porn movies and showed them when we visited him. His projector was the type used by football coaches: the film could be watched in slow motion, stop action or backed up to replay sequences. One Saturday night at a small party, after all the guests were sufficiently inebriated, Mark played a film depicting cunnilingus and fellatio, and replayed some graphic scenes several times. Rita was fascinated with what she saw.

Walking back to our apartment, Rita being very giddy, asked, "Why don't you eat my pussy like that?"

"I rub my face in your pussy..."

"You don't use your tongue and get after my labia or my clitoris like those actors on Mark's film. I'm not being critical, but we have not been able to experience an orgasm from your dick..."

"Rita, I'm sorry about that, I'm getting better and ..."

She put her arm around my waist and stood on tip-toes to kiss me softly, and said, "Honey, I'm not criticizing you -- I enjoy orgasms from your stimulation and from my masturbation as we kiss and you squeeze my tits, but now, after seeing that movie, I want an orgasm from you eating my pussy."

"Okay, I'm game, but you're going to have to trim that wild undergrowth you're cultivating down there. I don't want to floss my teeth with your cunt hairs... and, you're going to have to reciprocate. I want a blow job like that blonde in the movie gave -- I want to come in your mouth."

It was after two a.m. when we got home, and although we both knew we needed to study Sunday, we decided to trim our pubic hairs and try oral sex as we had seen in Mark's film. We shed our clothes -- Rita sat on the toilet while I got a comb and small scissors and started her "haircut".

Just as I was making progress, she spoke, "I've got to pee..."

"Go ahead, don't let me stop you."

"I can't pee with you standing over me..."

"Just try -- I want to watch."

After a few seconds I heard her piss hitting the water in the toilet. I moved my hand to her pussy and felt the urine stream with my fingers. I brought my hand to my lips and sucked my middle finger tasting her pee. It was somewhat salty and pungent, but I loved it. I let her suck her piss off my index finger. I asked, "have you ever tasted your own urine before?"

"Never. This is fun and sexy, but don't think we're going to get into some kind of urine fetish -- that was strictly a one-time deal. Now give me the scissors and let me finish. Then I'll start on you."

As she trimmed away the thick cunt hairs, the bump I always felt on her pubic area when I rubbed her pussy became visible. I asked, "What is that?"

She replied, "Exactly how much do you really know about the female anatomy?"

"I know you have a pussy; and in the pussy there is the 'fuck-hole'; and somewhere else there is a 'pee-hole'; then there's the taint and finally the ass-hole. How much more do I really need to know?"

She explained, "That is my clitoris, or 'clit'... Mine is somewhat larger than that of most women...It is the reason I wouldn't let you touch my pussy that night in your apartment. I was afraid you would get grossed out at it... Look carefully at it."

"Nothing about you would ever gross me out...It looks like a miniature dick...Can I touch it?"

"Go ahead, but you've touched that area of my pubic region before."

"Yes, but it was well hidden by your thick bush."

I touched her erect clit with my right index finger and then squeezed it gently with my thumb and finger. She moaned softly. It became somewhat more erect. I asked, "Can I kiss it?"

"That's exactly what I want you to do. Not only kiss it; suck it; work it with your tongue until you make me scream!"

She was still on the toilet and had not flushed her piss down, but the aroma aroused me. As I went down, I asked, "When do I get my turn?"

"Just eat pussy -- I'll get to you soon."

I gently kissed her clit and she moaned. I sucked and tongued it. It was more erect than when I first saw it. I sucked harder and brought my tongue onto it. I moved off the clit to explore some of the other parts of the pussy that had become visible since her "haircut". She moaned and writhed with passion. I returned my attention to the glistening clit; sucking on it while inserting one finger and then two into her 'fuck-hole'. It was moist and her pussy area was emitting a distinct, but pleasing bouquet. I continued harder with both my mouth and fingers. She went into a sight spasm and squealed in ecstasy as the orgasm rolled through her body. She rolled off the toilet unto the bathroom floor and pulled my nape to her and kissed me -- our tongues pushing back and forth.

"Fuck me Jake, fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

I slipped my throbbing dick into her wet pussy. I was sure I would have another pre-mature ejaculation, but we were both surprised when that did not happen. I worked my dick in and out of her several times pushing into her as far as I could. She continued with the moans, saying my name over and over; then she wrapped her legs around me and tried to pull me even further into her. We rolled over onto the bare bathroom floor and she took the superior position bouncing up and down and to and fro -- her tittles swaying. I grabbed each tit and squeezed. She moved her hand down to her pubic area and rubbed. We broke it off briefly to move to the bedroom. She lay face-down on the bed and I entered her from behind doggy style -- a position we once before tried, but my pre-ejaculation problem in the past caused us to give up on that method. I continued to fuck her hard -- our bodies slapped together in a clapping noise. She panted, "I'm coming Jake..."

I replied, "Me too Rita..."

She squealed loudly as the orgasm took over her body; I gasped as I felt my orgasm and knew my cum was filling her cunt. She turned over and I lay down beside her. We were both spent and lay there breathing hard. She grasped my semi-hard cock and squeezed lightly.

I asked, "Are you going to do some trimming on my privates and suck my dick?"

She led me by my pecker back to the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. She got her comb and small scissors and went to work. She would move my dick from side to side to better trim the hard-to-get places. Backing away she admired her handiwork. She kissed the head and then put the tip of my dick in her mouth, working her tongue around giving me a sensational feeling. My cock was as hard as it had ever been -- I was certain my normal five and seven-eighths inch erect shaft had stretched to at least six inches. I suggested she put more of my cock in her mouth.

She looked at me and said, "Okay Hotshot; are you a blow-job expert? How many blow-jobs have you ever had?"

"Counting this one ... too many to count."

"Yea I'm sure; I'll bet I'm the first female with whom you ever French kissed."

I thought for an instance about the only other girl with whom I had tongue kissed -- my sister, two years my senior, but that thought quickly evaporated as Rita continued to stroke my dick.

Holding my balls, she took a good portion of my throbbing dick into her mouth and worked back and forth. I squeezed her tits as she continued sucking on my cock and then worked her rock-hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I warned her I was about to come and pleaded she swallow like the blonde in Mark's porn flick. Without hesitation, she took my full load and kept my dick in her mouth until it went flaccid.

I awoke sometime around ten o'clock Sunday morning. Rita left about seven a.m. for clinical rounds with one of the doctor-instructors. I was experiencing a morning erection and my dick was somewhat tender to the touch when I tried to pee. Most of my piss made it into the toilet bowl, but there was a lot off-target which I cleaned up. I took a cup of coffee onto the apartment balcony and basked in the sunshine even though the temperature was chilly on this December morning. I knew I should get to the Chemical Engineering lab to start my experiment or else I would have to pull another all-nighter, but I needed some "me time".

Thinking about the foreplay and sex with Rita last night caused my dick to tingle -- I rubbed it through my pajama bottoms and relived in my mind much of last night. However, I could not keep my thoughts off my sister, Liza.

I was extremely shy but had been invited to a boy/girl party where there may be kissing games ["spin-the-bottle, or other such nonsense]. Liza and I had always been very close and she was very protective of me. I expressed to her my trepidation about the party saying I was afraid I could not kiss properly. She offered to teach me. We sat on the sofa and she gave me explicit lessons in kissing, including tongue-kissing techniques. I went to the party, but struck out with all the girls. When I returned home and told Liza of my disappointment, she sat me on the sofa and we smooched for at least an hour. I had a major erection, and my balls were in pain, but I could get no relief until I went to my room and wanked-off spraying jizz all over my bed.

Liza and I smooched often -- at least once a week, and usually more frequently. Despite how horny I got from playing tongue-tag with my sister [and I'm sure it probably made her horny] we did not carry our activities any further. She occasionally let me rest a hand on her breast [protected from any "skin-to-skin" feel by her blouse, slip and bra] but never gave any signal she wanted to go further. On a few occasions she allowed me to lay atop her and "dry hump" and once I creamed my pants.

Liza went off to college five hundred miles away, but when she returned on holidays and breaks, we always found time and privacy to engage in our past-time. This pleasure continued right up to my wedding. The night before Rita and I were married Liza and I sneaked off for about ten minutes of smooching. At the receiving line after the wedding she managed to slip her tongue into my mouth during the congratulatory kiss.

The 1990s

After thirty-five years many things have changed, but much was the same. I no longer suffer from shyness. Rita and I are still in love, although I will confess, I have strayed a few times -- spending many months at a time in Asia, primarily Hong Kong, Singapore and the Philippines I would often succumb to the beauty and charm of the Asian women. I'm certain Rita has engaged in a fling or two over the lonely months while I was away, but these subjects are not discussed. We maintain the fiction of complete fidelity to each other.

We live in Dallas and I have my own chemical engineering consulting firm with a very lucrative military contract, but I don't have to travel as much anymore. Rita heads a very successful pediatric practice. Mark is the same as ever. Although he is generally recognized as one of the most outstanding trial lawyers in Texas, he still has his raunchy parties even if his third wife, Sheila, casts a disapproving eye. A couple of weeks ago, the four of us, along with Gloria (whom I'll discuss later) after too many tequila shots, stripped and had a nude romp in Mark's spa. We all have children out in the world or at college, so we can party without worry.

Liza is in the process of relocating to Dallas. She lived in London for over twenty years putting together syndicates for financing giant oil tankers, and now wants to be closer to family. She never married and never bore children.

Jim-Bob died about seven years ago and since all of Gloria's children have moved out of the house, she decided to move to Dallas. She's been living in our guest house for over a year while she looks for a suitable place of her own. She mostly keeps to herself, but a few weeks ago we convinced her to go to Mark's small gathering. She drank a little too much [very unusual for her], and when the rest of us shed our clothes to enjoy Mark's spa, she, with some hesitation, joined in the frivolity. I don't think she had ever seen anyone hung like Mark, and she couldn't keep from starring at his dick most of the rest of the evening.

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A few weeks later, on a sultry Friday night in August, I was sitting on the sofa in our media room wearing baggy boxer shorts and a Willie Nelson tee-shirt, watching the Rangers and Yankees on TV. I looked up and saw Rita enter the room wearing a short, peach colored nightie with no panties. She walked over and sat on my lap. My dick twitched somewhat.

"Who's winning?" she asked.

"The Rangers are ahead..."

Before I finished the sentence, she took the remote control from my hand and turned the TV off. She squirmed in my lap, making my cock get hard. Grinning, she said, "Let's do something nasty."

I rolled her off my lap and sat her on the couch while she removed her top -- she was bare-ass naked now and as beautiful as the first time I saw her in the buff. Her tits sagged slightly, but were well-rounded and I consider them "perky". Her pussy was as hirsute as ever, but I loved it that way. I pushed her legs up and put my face down into that bush. Her clit stood up -- I put my lips around it and tickled it with my tongue. She moaned in pleasure as I continued to work my tongue on various parts of her pussy. I looked up and said, "You're having too much fun -- this is going to have to be mutual."

She lay on the couch -- I climbed onto her with my dick in her face and my nose in her pussy to do a sixty-nine. Even from that angle I extended my tongue into her pussy and she massaged my balls while sucking my rigid dick. As I was approaching climax, out the corner of my eye I saw Gloria enter the room. Although she could hear our activity, she could not see in the dim light what we were doing.

"I saw the light still on and wonder if I could... What are you two doing? Oh my God! OH MY GOD!"

Gloria ran from the room. Rita pushed me off her and grabbed a house coat and ran after her. I shouted, "What about me?"

"Finish it yourself -- I have to check on my sister."

I did so -- the orgasm was less than satisfactory and I got spunk on my sofa. I cleaned up, turned on the TV to watch the rest of the game. When the game ended, I went into the kitchen for a snack -- I could see the guest house across the swimming pool; lights were still on so I assumed Rita and Gloria were deep in conversation.

I awoke about 7:30 the next morning and realized Rita had not been to bed at all. I fixed my coffee and sat by the swimming pool to enjoy the early morning coolness. As I finished the second cup Rita came out of the guest house, walked over and squeezed into the lounge chair next to me.

"It took you all night to get your sister calmed down from the trauma of walking in on us, her in loco parentis, having sex?", I asked.

"Pretty much; we had a long conversation -- mainly about sex... Would you believe Gloria has never in her life experienced an orgasm?"

"I find that hard to believe. She's almost sixty years old and has four children..."

"It's true. She was a virgin when she married Jim-Bob..."

"I find that even harder to believe..."

"She was a tease in high school and college, and many boys lied about having made it with her. But as I said, she was a virgin at her wedding with Jim-Bob -- he was a selfish lover. Once he got his jollies, he turned over and went to sleep."

"She never masturbated herself to an orgasm?"

"No, she considered that sinful and would have to confess what she did to her priest... Just let me continue. She told me Jim-Bob had a tiny dick -- she described it as like a pencil stub. After seeing Mark's manhood in the hot tub a few weeks ago, she's beginning to wonder what she's missing out on..."

"Well, tell her to have a go at Mark -- I'm sure he'd be more than happy to accommodate her desire for a full scale, 'knock your socks off' orgasm."

"She doesn't want to take on that giant schlong of Mark's... Jake, she and I decided that you should give her the first orgasm she experiences..."

"The two of you decided that?... What if I don't want to? Honey, you know that I've never cheated during our thirty-five years of marriage..."

Laughing, Rita said, "Jake, peddle those wares somewhere else -- I know all about your escapades in Asia. You can't tell me you don't find my sister attractive; actually ravishing. I saw how you ogled her in Mark's spa -- I trust you got an eye-full."

"I might have glanced over her way once or twice..."

"What did you think of her boobs?"

[I wanted to put my dick between those beautiful titties, but I figured I probably should keep that thought to myself for the time being.] I replied, "Whatever they cost, it looks like Jim-Bob got his money's worth."

"So, Hon, will you do it as a special favor for me? I'll be with you helping. Gloria has never sucked a cock nor had her pussy eaten out. I'll talk her through things."

"Will you be naked?"

"Yes, of course."

I could not in my wildest dreams have imagined a threesome with Rita and her sister, so I acted as non-nonchalant as I could and said, "Well... Okay... Only as a favor to you, but you'll owe me big time for this. It's not as if I'm going to enjoy this, but I'll sacrifice... When do we want to do it?

"This evening. Gloria and I want to get 'dolled up' for our date with you. Come into the guest house about eight o'clock."

I walked into the guest house bedroom at exactly 8 pm wearing a half-length robe with nothing under. Three fragrant candles and dimmed recessed lighting illuminated the bedroom. The two women were finishing a bottle of champagne, and I'm pretty sure that wasn't their first bottle. Rita was wearing a beige babydoll without panties and Gloria was wearing a red negligee which even in the dim light of the bedroom I could clearly see her titties. Both had their hair done earlier that day in a sophisticated style. Rita said, "Take that robe off and come sit between us."

I complied. My dick was already staining to reach its full six-inches. As I sat on the bed, Rita gently stroked my dick. In a soft voice she told Gloria to take off her negligee and to hold my cock. She did and Rita told her to stroke it. I looked again at her tits and wanted badly to put my dick between those orbs. Almost as if reading my mind, Rita told Gloria to kneel on the pad and put my cock between her boobies. I cupped each of her tits and massaged them. My boner was as stiff as I had ever seen it. At Mark's spa I noticed Gloria's areola was small -- only a little larger than mine, and now, as her nipples became harder, the areola and nipples puckered together like little cones and were hard to the touch.

I looked at Rita and said, "Weren't you supposed to get naked for this program."

Without a word she removed the babydoll. She kissed me passionately then told Gloria to put the head of my dick into her mouth. She complied, but I exclaimed, "Gloria, watch those teeth..."

Rita instructed her sister, "Just the lips and the tongue." Rita kissed me further, inserting her tongue into my mouth as Gloria continued to work her mouth on my dick. Rita told Gloria and I to switch places -- she wanted Gloria to experience me eating her pussy. We again complied with our "instructor" -- Gloria's cunt hairs were red, and in contrast to Rita's, were very thin around the vulva. I worked my tongue on the labia and the fuck-hole [despite Rita's best efforts, I still am somewhat lacking in knowledge of proper terminology for the parts of the female anatomy]. I worked up to the clit [I well know that part] -- it was nowhere near as large as Rita's, but I lipped it and Gloria began to moan softly. I put one finger into her fuck hole -- it was beginning to become moistened. It was tight, but I moved my finger in and out and she was beginning to secrete a sweet tasting pussy juice.

Gloria said, "I feel like something is about to happen..."

Rita told me, "Go ahead and fuck her -- we want her first orgasm to be with your dick, not your tongue."

I pushed her further up the bed and straddled her supporting my weight with my elbows -- I had some trouble getting my dick into the right place, so Rita reached between us and helped guide me. Gloria's pussy was wet and I eased my member into her. We lay still for a few seconds gently rocking, but then Gloria thrust her hips and I did the same. Rita told her sister to put her arms around me and helped her get her legs locked together behind my back. I fucked her hard and she responded in kind. She whimpered and called out my name repeatedly. She jerked and screamed, "I'm having it -- I'm having it... don't stop!"

I kept plowing her and she yelled, "Don't stop, it's coming again -- OH MY GOD!"

I couldn't hold back any longer and told her, "I'm coming -- I'm coming! Do you want me to come in your pussy?"

"Oh yes -- oh yes -- don't take it out. Fill my cunt with your juices."

I shot several wads into her and we were both spent. I rolled off her and lay beside her. Rita lay atop me and said, "That got me horny -- you better have saved something for me."

I kissed her and said, "Honey, I'll always have something for you, but I think I need a glass of orange juice first.

I rolled Rita off me and she lay next to Gloria. As I was leaving the room, I heard Gloria say, "Sis, can I touch your button? I've always been fascinated by yours -- it's so much bigger than mine."

I paused a few feet from the bed. I'd much rather see what transpires here than drink a glass of juice.

Rita answered her sister, "Sure, feel it. You can also kiss it if you want."

I didn't need any orange juice -- my limp pecker sprang to attention. I watched Gloria brush some of Rita's pubic hairs aside and put her mouth on that beautiful clit. Rita moaned as Gloria worked it with her lips and tongue. I lay back on the bed next to my wife, kissed her and squeezed her tits. She responded enthusiastically putting her tongue deep into my mouth as Gloria continued her assault on the clit. I moved my head to Rita's titties and sucked hard on one of those erect nipples. Gloria had never eaten pussy, but she seemed to have found the right spot. Rita writhed in passion as she neared a climax. Shortly after she shook with an orgasm. She moved Gloria off and told me to fuck her. I tongue kissed Gloria while fucking my love; then Rita told Gloria to sit on her face -- she wanted to eat Gloria's red-haired pussy. Gloria was facing me, so I sucked her protruding nipples. Rita experienced two orgasms as she continued to munch on Gloria's cunt. Gloria reached orgasm just after Rita's second. As I felt my balls about to explode, I told Gloria to suck my dick again. She barely got the head into her mouth when I came. I held the back of her head so she took my load in her mouth. Rita encouraged her to swallow.

The three of us lay still for several minutes, a beautiful naked woman on each side of me -- all of us in an embrace. I might have dozed for a few minutes -- Rita woke me and said, "Okay, let's get something straight between us. This was fun, but I better never find you two getting frisky with each other again. Do we all understand?"

Gloria and I nodded our understanding.

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Two days after this event, I had to leave to consult at several military bases around the world. I was gone a month and returned home one afternoon in late September. Rita and I talked by phone only twice during that sojourn, and we were able to exchange faxes a few times thus I was not up-to-date on much of the happenings since I left.

Rita met me at the front door as I walked into the house. She grabbed me tightly and we kissed passionately. She was wearing a tank-top [no bra] and shorts [no panties I quickly discovered]. Almost in a panic we undressed each other in the entrance foyer -- I lifted and carried her a few steps into the living room with the plush carpet; laid her down and lay beside her. We kissed and I felt her pussy -- already moist so I wasted no time in putting my dick into her. As usual, she orgasmed quickly and I continued, bringing her to a second and third climax before I came. I took notice we were going to have to pay to clean that carpet where one or both of us had leaked love juices onto the floor cover.

I made two "dark and stormys" and we sat by the pool. I commented that the lights were off in the guest house and asked, "Where's Gloria?"

"She got a place of her own and moved out a few days ago. The assistant tennis pro at the club has moved in with her..."

"He's just a child! What is going on?"

"He's twenty-five and I'm afraid we may have unleashed a monster with Gloria."

"Sounds like it..."

"Oh, you won't believe the half of it. A few days after you left, she invited Mark over -- you know Sheila left Mark last month?"

"Of course, I knew that." [Actually, I didn't know that, but I wanted to hear what happened with Mark and Gloria. I never cared much for Sheila anyway.]

Rita continued, "Mark showed up in regular clothes, but Gloria was already in the pool wearing... get this: a white thong. It barely covered anything, certainly not her ass and not much of her pussy or tits..."

"What were you wearing?"

"We'll get to me in a minute... Gloria told me to fix Mark a martini and then invited him into the pool. He said he didn't bring a bathing suit, but she said, 'skinny dip -- I've seen you in the altogether... If it will make you more comfortable, I'll shed what I have on'. She removed her swimming outfit -- such as it was -- and waved to Mark to jump in. By the time I got back with the drinks they were still in the pool, nude and making out like two horny teenagers. I put the drinks on the table next to the chaise lounge and came back to this side of the pool to watch the shenanigans.

"They walked to the lounge, each took a drink and sat down. Mark's cock was erect and huge. I had never seen it on hard before. Gloria started stroking it with both hands and put the head into her mouth, continuing to stroke vigorously. Mark came in no time at all -- he shot his jizz all over the place..."

I quipped, "That means we'll have to burn that lounge chair..."

"I already threw it out. You didn't notice that was a new piece of furniture?"

"No."

"She lay down and Mark ate her pussy -- she was bouncing all over the place and must have had at least two orgasms when they decided to see if they could get Mark's cock into her cunt..."

"What were you doing while this was happening?"

"I was pleasuring myself -- that action was getting me real horny. Before you ask -- I kept my clothes on and never got into a ménage a trois with those horny people. Gloria already had K-Y jelly by the lounge chair and dabbed generous amounts on Marks dick and into her pussy, although I'm sure she was already well lubricated. He eased his member into her vaginal orifice [I thought to myself, 'that must be the scientific word for fuck-hole.']. They worked at it for a time and damned if he didn't get his whole over-sized penis into her. They went after it with gusto. She got on top, massaging her titties while riding him. I gave myself two orgasms while watching them. She had at least three more orgasms and I'm certain he had more than one. She finally got off Mark's dick, dripping his cum and her pussy juices [I thought, 'I bet there are scientific words for cum and pussy juice, but I'm not going to interrupt this story to ask.']. They went into the spa and cleaned each other..."

"I hope you drained and disinfected the spa..."

"I did... It's all clean now. [I knew she had not, but it was fun to ask.] They were still going at each other, but I decided I had enough, went inside and took a cold shower -- pleasuring myself again thinking of you. By the way, I hope you didn't pick up any diseases when in Singapore..."

"Honey, I was completely faithful to you."

"I knew you would be -- I'll bet you were saving yourself for Gloria. That's not going to happen again. Capisce?... While I'm thinking about it, your mother's eighty-fifth birthday party is at her assisted living condo this weekend. Liza, you and I will attend."

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It was a very large, afternoon party in the clubhouse of the complex -- probably over a hundred people. The champagne and booze flowed freely. As the party wound down, Liza, Rita and I walked Mom back to her condo. It was still early so I fixed Mom her usual vodka on ice and old fashions for the women. Mom had a lot to drink at the party and talked incessantly. While talking about a neighbor's cat, without warning, she looked at Liza and impulsively asked, "Are you and Jake still having sexual intercourse?"

Her question caught us by surprise, but Liza regained her composure and answered, "Mom, Jake and I never had sex."

"Nonsense, I walked in on you two more than once when you getting it on, hot and heavy, on the sofa... I backed away so as not to interrupt your coitus..."

"No, Mom, Jake and I were not having sex. I was teaching him how to kiss. Besides we're sister and brother."

"Your Uncle Ned was my brother, but that didn't keep us from having intercourse over many years -- right up to the week before he died... Your father, bless his soul, loved me, but his penis was tiny, no more than six-inches when in the excited state, thus provided me no satisfaction in the marital bedroom... [Rita looked at me and grinned.] I confided in my brother, Edward, in regards to my dissatisfaction with Godfrey's sexual performance. Edward offered to relieve my frustrations. Recalling his anatomy from the years we grew up together in a small house, I accepted his offer and we became lovers from that time until his death several years ago."

I asked, "Mom, are Liza and I really brother and sister? Are we Godfrey's children or Uncle Ned's?"

"You're both definitely your Uncle Ned's offspring. Godfrey was unable to sire children."

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We invited Liza in to have a drink so we could digest all our Mom had told us. I fixed each of us a dark and stormy and we sat by the pool to contemplate life.

Rita broke the silence, "Why don't you two bastards tell me about your sexual activity with each other -- I thought Jake was a virgin until we fucked on our wedding night..."

"I was a virgin -- Liza and I never had sex. It was just like she told Mom, we enjoyed making out and smooching with each other. We never did the nasty..."

Liza interrupted, "Do you two mind if I get personal? I've been wanting to discuss something with the two of you for a long time, and now seems an appropriate time to bring it up."

Rita and I nodded affirmatively.

Liza continued, "You're going to find this hard to believe, but I'm a virgin..."

"Sis, I can't believe that. You're almost sixty years old and I know you've been in several relations... You traveled around the world with different men -- always GQ model looking guys...It's impossible to believe you never fucked one of them."

"Since college, I've given too many hand-jobs to count; I've sucked dicks of at least two dozen or more men; I've had my pussy eaten raw, and I've eaten a few pussies; I've put dildos of various shapes and sizes into my cooze and on several occasions I've taken real dicks in my ass. However, I've never let a man put his penis into my vagina."

Rita spoke, "I'm guessing you're about to ask me if you can borrow my husband to deflower you?"

"Yes... I just have never met another guy with whom I'd rather have a real fuck than my own little brother."

"Okay, y'all have at it. I'll just sit here and watch."

Liza and I looked at the other. She took my proffered hand and we walked to the new chaise lounge. We kissed -- our first kiss in over thirty-five years. Our kisses became more passionate -- Liza lay on the lounge chair and I lay atop her. We smooched -- our tongues pushed against the other's. I dry-humped her and felt her titties through her low-cut cocktail dress. She was not wearing a bra under that dress. I moved to her side and she rubbed my dick through my trousers. We smooched some more -- our tongues getting even more aggressive in other's mouth. Rita was no doubt getting bored watching us osculate without overt sex; but kissing gave each of us so much pleasure and brought back great memories. She lay atop me -- my dick was hard [I'm sure stretching well above the six-inch measure] and my balls aching for relief.

She slipped out of her dress -- her titties were not as large as either Rita's or Gloria's, but were firm. Her arolia was large and her nipples about the size of a new pencil eraser. She lifted her hips as I removed her black bikini panties -- her pussy was smooth, probably waxed within the last few days. I doffed my clothing [busting a few buttons off my shirt in the process]. I rubbed my sister's pussy as she grasped my cock. I went down on her and vigorously ate her glistening pussy -- it emitted a very pleasing essence but tasted much different from Rita's. I fingered her vagina -- it was sopping wet -- her pussy juice was leaking unto the new chaise lounge [I'm not going to let Rita replace this one -- I may want to sniff that area occasionally].

Sis reclined in the lounge chair and guided my rigid member into her tight pussy. We kissed as I thrust in and out. I glanced towards Rita -- she was nude working a vibrator on her pussy. She grinned at me and made an "air-kiss" towards me -- I reciprocated. Liza was extremely active -- she rolled us over and took the superior position continuing her rapid up and down motion. Rita walked over to us and put her left arm around Liza's shoulders and used her right hand to stimulate Liza's clitoris. Rita continued the massage for a time, then moved over to sit on my face facing Liza. Rita continued to work Liza's clit and wiggled her ass to set further down on my face. I couldn't hold back much longer, but could not say anything to Liza since Rita was nearly smothering me with her hairy pussy. I felt Liza jerk several times climaxing and sensed Rita doing the same. I let loose as much cum as I have ever ejaculated. Liza eased off me, leaking my cum and her pussy juices [What in the hell is the scientific name for that stuff?] unto my dick, balls and our new chaise lounge. Rita moved off my face allowing me to breath, leaking copious amounts of her juices onto my face, chest and the chaise lounge. I kissed Rita -- she licked her juices off my face. Liza took my still rigid dick into her mouth. She reached unto my abdomen and wiped some of those juices onto her fingers -- she had Rita suck one finger and me another. Rita wiped her juices off my face and let Liza taste them.

The three of us slept together that night.

LIFE IS GOOD