For a giddy moment I lay totally exposed, but she quickly covered my crotch with her face, exposing her wavy brown hair to the crowd.  I was spying on them and they weren’t ready for how fast she did that but you could see excitement run from balcony to balcony.  One audible shout could be heard from a female watcher.  “Honey, come here, you’ ve got to see this,” as she turned toward her sliding glass doors without moving from the edge of the balcony.  I was momentarily embarrassed, but then I saw everyone was running to get their roommates and they were all coming out to watch and I just had to laugh.  They wanted to watch us.  I open his eyes wide and stared into one of the single woman’s eyes and she stood her ground staring back into his. A bolt of lust was exchanged.

It was good that Emma covered up my cock right away.  It had gone limp while she was inside the room and she moved to it so fast.  But it didn’t take long for my cock to begin rising again.  And as I looked up I could see couples snuggling up and my single girl was still by herself.  The only noisy balcony was the 4 girls who were located much closer to us in the arrangement of balconies than anyone else.  They were commenting to one another and laughing, sometimes uproariously attracting everyone else’s attention for a moment. 

Emma knew exactly how I liked head.  She licked my growing cock like a licorice stick and shook it while it was soft.  As it gained its full length, she pulled the skin taught around it by circling the base and pulling the outer skin down.  Then she took me into her mouth and surrounded it and moved up and down slowly.  She added a new twist by leaning to one side a bit so the 4 girls could get a better look.  I saw one of them hold her hands out to say,  “It’s that big.”  They seemed impressed.  They were laughing more quietly and seemed to be having a good time watching.

My single girl moved back away from the railing, so the others couldn’t see her on her side of the “L”.  She was wearing a bathrobe.  As she watched Emma work her magic on me, her hand moved into the opening of the robe and towards her breasts.  I loved the attention.  There was another couple who were feeling each other up and kissing each on the side of the head so they could continue to watch.  Emma’s mouth felt just wonderful as she complimented it with the movement of her hand gripping my cock.  Her free hand found the edge of the chair and she gently grazed her finger over the skin near my asshole all the way to the bottom of my sack.  I came in a gush in her mouth.  Then she removed her mouth and let me shoot free, high in the air so everyone could see.  People were giving high five signs and mock applause as I inadvertently cried out with my orgasm.  It was a powerful one and the first few gushes were great.

Part 3

She went in and I followed.  I lay on the bed near the open glass door.  The curtains were wide open.  She used her towel to wipe me off.  Cum had fallen on my T-shirt and she removed it.  I hope you’re not done, she said to me as she turned on another lamp bathing the room in bright light.  Her eagerness turned me on.  She stood in front of the glass, faced toward me, behind her darkness, and lifted her dress up her sides and over her head.  Would you like to have a little 69 before the crowd leaves, she asked.  I leaned my head back and stuck my tongue out as far as it would go.  She got on top of me placing her pussy right in front of my nose.  I loved her smell and she knew it.   Her hair cascaded onto my genital area and she moved it over all of my delicate parts.  It felt good and so did the moisture in her cracks.  She was responding to my licks of the length of her lips and my poking the tip of my tongue into the rim of her pussy.

I told her it was time to change places and that I wanted to do her doggie style.  In front of everybody, I told her.  With her tits hanging down and my hips buried into her ass.  She liked it when I talked this way to her and reminding her of the potential audience was driving her crazy so, of course, I kept it up.  When she was in position, I first put my face into her ass and kissed her crack, then each cheek, and then I put my whole face in her crack and licked and kissed and blew air across all her sensitive places.  As I moved up to work my cock into her, I asked her how that must have looked.  My kissing her ass. 

I let my cock just move around the general area of her pussy for awhile, rubbing it up against her clit and up in between her lips and back and forth across her opening.  I swear I could feel her pussy opening for me as I passed over it.  And I loved the feel of her rounded ass pressing into my hips.  I just loved her ass.  I was as hard as I can ever remember getting and soon I found my cock poised at her opening.  Without using my hands I slowly pushed forward.  I started in but popped out from the particular angle.  Repositioned, I pushed again and this time her hand found its way between her legs and she helped to insure its entrance. 

Soon we were bunping back and forth together  My hands were holdng her hips.  I would start a rhythm, and then go faster until I needed a break.  At each break she would slightly change positions, leaning forward or putting her hands on the wall, for example.  Nothing was visible in the darkness from the brightened room and I wondered if my single girl was still there watching and touching, Emma moved her hand in between her legs and we began anther series and I put the fingertip of one hand against her brown hole.  As I began to move faster so did her fingers rubbing her own clit.  I tried to continue to hump her fast without pushing her around too much.  She had a loud orgasm.  Crying out in lust and satisfaction.  In relief.  Her entire body was shaking as its drained its tension into its relief.

I turned her over onto her back and cuddled on top of her side.  The side away from the window in case we still had watchers.  Maybe we picked up some new ones.  Then again no one was in much of a hurry here in paradise.  I cuddled her for awhile, my hard cock lying across her leg.  She knew I wanted more and she was more than willing to comply.  I began to give a few broad strokes across her pussy and soon I was opening her legs and her lips.  I moved on top of her and slipped in easily to her slippery tunnel.  She began to tell me about what the people watching must think.  She told me I was marvelous and that all the women must desire me.  She told me that they loved looking at my big cock when she was sucking it on the balcony.  I was quickly at the point of no return and her sexy squirming, soft skin and female roundness brought me over the edge.  Like hers it was loud. 

I want to extend it.  That feeling that comes through the sensitive part of my cock.  That feeling that wants to keep my hips moving. That wants to keep the flesh along my shaft rubbing.  Rubbing in an effortless rhythm.  The rhythm I know can take over all of my feelings and all of my mind and drive me relentlessly toward an explosion.  The explosion that so satisfies me.  It is the trip that I love the best.  The part of the journey that says ‘don’t stop’.  When nothing else matters but the feeling.  And so I torture myself in order to extend that feeling. I stop and wiggle my hips and try to calm my aching cock.  I do. My stiff rod yearns to continue and I stop but only for a short while before I rub it again. 

There is no pain or anxiety.  Only a thousand thoughts running through my mind.  Of me and you.  Your nakedness.  Your sweet pussy in my mouth.  Sopping.  I am also thinking of her and letting her watch us.  Watch me while I masturbate, here in my bed as I am doing between words.  The words slow me down and torture me. Such sweet torture.  Nasty thoughts enter my mind.  Please accept that they are not all of you.  It is especially sweet to have your acceptance and to feel your imaginary hand pet me tenderly.  Understandingly.  Of human frailties and desperate powerful lusting needs.  I feel your acceptance and hear your voice whisper a mother’s OK.

My rod is hard and strong and I love it like this.  Would you like to see it?  Would you like to watch me masturbate?  Can I show it to the world?  Can we get all the women in my life together and let them watch.  All the women who I have lusted after.  Let each one come and give me a kiss while I masturbate for them.  In a public place.  And as I think of the most outlandish circumstance, those feelings overcome me.  An image or two; a possible encounter or two; enters, takes over and makes me explode.  Once, twice, three times before a pause.  Then again and again.  And once more. 

How completely satisfied I feel for the moment and how utterly tired.  I think I will just cuddle here with myself for a few.  Appreciate the tingling.  Enjoy the warmth.  Dream the best of dreams.  Just for a few.

That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

Previous Parts posted yesterrday and the day before.

KEN’S TURN

“Well, I promised Ken a reward.  Do you want to watch me give him a blow job, Debi?  While you finish your wine.”

Debi didn’t say a word but just watched while her sister moved over to the couch where Ken was and undid his pants.  She pulled them off his legs and left his boxer shorts on.  Ken’s cock was sticking up through the slit in his shorts as his wife wrapped her hand around it.  She put her face in front of it and licked it and kissed it.  Ken found it especially exciting that Debi was watching and he faked closing his eyes while staring at her through the slits.  He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.

Her mouth was now over his cock and she was simultaneously sliding it in and out and using her hand to pull his skin taut.  It didn’t take Ken long to be close to an orgasm, but just before he was ready to cum, she stopped, looked over at Debi and asked her if she wanted a taste.  She declined, but Ken thought was an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him.  Her offer got his mind racing as soon as his wife returned her mouth to his cock, he started to cum.  He held the back of her head grabbing handfuls of her long silky hair.  She swallowed the warm hot stuff quickly as he came.  She liked the taste when it was still hot and flowing but she avoided letting it hit the air when it starts to get sticky.  She looked up at Ken as she sucked in the last few drops and then over to Debi.  Debi wondered if she could ever learn to swallow.  She had avoided it so far and it really didn’t appeal to her but the way her sister did it, it seemed so neat.  Ken was leaning back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied.  As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought, I’ll have to be the first up tomorrow morning.

THE NEXT MORNING

He woke up early and snuck out of the bed so as not to disturb his wife’s sleep.  Since he slept naked he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and he went into the hall to put them on.  Debi was still in bed and her door was ajar just an inch or so, not enough to allow a view into the room.  He went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where he make coffee.  He also put some bacon on.  There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up to the smells of coffee and bacon. 

So he was turning the bacon with one hand and drinking his coffee in the other when Debi emerged from her bedroom fully robed.  “Well aren’t we the early one,” she said as she passed the kitchen on her way to the bathroom.  She was immediately struck by his cute ass, flat stomach and startled by all of his flesh exposed, but she behaved nonchalantly.  He wasn’t a classic bodybuilder type but he was a strapping young man with a fit body if not overly muscular.  She had spent most of the night reliving in her thoughts and her dreams the touches of last night and the experience of entering into some more intimate relationship with her sister and brother-in-law.  Something about the evilness of it turned her on.

In the bathroom, she decided that she would take off her panties and just wear the robe.  While Ken would never know it (probably) she would and it would be exciting for her.  She put the panties in the pocket of the robe and returned to the kitchen.  Her terry cloth robe was wrapped and tied modestly but she didn’t use any of the buttons.  As she poured her coffee, she commented, “So, now that we’ve seen each others private parts, do you plan to wear just your shorts when I’m around.”  He paused for a moment before replying “Yes, seems right to me.”  “Well, don’t get carried away with last night.”

He looked at her with deep probing eyes that roved over her body from her feet slowly up to her face.  Looking her in the face, he said, “I remember every curve on your body, after all I touched every one of them, didn’t I?  You did have a good time last night, didn’t you?  You never even said thanks, you know.”  Standing next to him she leaned forward said thanks and kissed him.  He saw it coming and made sure it landed lip to lip and he put some effort into it.  But both of his hands were occupied so he was unable to control the duration which she made rather short.  The bacon was done and they both sat at the kitchen table, talking and flirting waiting for Ken’s wife to get up.

Debi knew her robe was open across her legs and it she didn’t keep them crossed there’s no telling what he would be seeing.  She frequently re-crossed her legs, quickly putting the robe back in place as it slipped.  When she leaned forward or laughed, the top of the robe billowed open exposing the tops of her firm breasts.  Ken was suggesting to her that she take the robe off since he had already seen her naked and his persistent hardon was obvious in his shorts.  She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying thinking about seeing her naked again and maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time.  When he got up for a second cup of coffee his cock stuck out in a clownish way and they both were laughing about it when Ken’s wife came into the kitchen to say hi.  She was off to the bathroom and when she returned she seemed to be in a good mood, dressed in a see through silky slip and blue bikini panties.

“Ken was telling me that I now owe him a backrub from last night,” Debi told her.  “I don’t remember that deal, do you?”  “There was no deal, but maybe it would be the courteous thing to do.  Maybe we should both give him a massage after breakfast.  Do you have time, Debi, before you leave?”  “Let’s see,” she hesitantly replied.  “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.  “That would fix him,” Debi replied.

After breakfast, Ken’s wife had it all organized again.  She remade the makeshift bed in the living room, covering the pillows with a sheet as they had done last night.  She moved some furniture away so there would be room for two of them to move around.  Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife pulled his shorts off.  She told Debi to get on one side while she got on the other.  Their massage was different with more caressing strokes and less rubbing and kneading.  Her sister told Debi to do on one side what she was doing on the other and she ran her hands all the way down his back across his butt and down his legs.  Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg apart spreading them open.  As they moved around him on the floor, Debi’s robe would open from time to time exposing all of her nakedness underneath.

Ken’s wife then ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and grazed her fingers along his balls.  Debi was unable to fit her hand in his crevice along with her sister and so she moved across his butt and along his back.  “Ever notice how a man’s balls get tight when he is excited,” her sister asked her.  “Ken, get up on your knees so I can show her and he complied.  With his butt sticking up in the air, both his wife’s and Debi’s face were only a foot or two from his butt.  His wife was cuddling his balls and showing them off to Debi.  “Feel him under here Debi,” she said and she reached under him stroking his cock.  When she removed her hand, Debi followed her instructions and enjoyed touching his long hard cock. 

“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that,” and she put her mouth to the cheek closer to her kissing him.  “Here’s how he really likes it,” she said as she leaned deep into the crack of his ass and planted a couple of kisses right on his brown hole.  “Here, hold his cheeks apart for me Debi.”  When she did, she watched her sister blow, then kiss, then lick his brown hole.  She could hear Ken’s breathing deepen.  Debi’s sister continued to play games with his ass for a while as she pulled his cheeks apart. 

“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he obeyed.  The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body.  Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs.  They continued this avoiding touching his straining cock.  Debi found it exciting to see this man lying with his cock pointing all the way up almost to his belly button.  Ken’s wife began to mix in a few caresses of Ken’s cock with the other stroking and encouraged Debi to touch his cock.  She did, feeling a slight bit of anxiety that her hands would not be as skilful as her sisters but Ken found her touch very exciting and this was obvious to everyone.  “That’s the way, Debi; he loves the way you do that.”

They alternated playing with his cock and long strokes along his body.  His wife leaned forward and kissed him deeply and long while Debi stroked his cock.  She was stroking him slowly and he seemed to like this a lot.  He was moaning while he kissed his wife.  “OK, Debi, it’s sitting time.  Do you want to sit on his face or his cock?”  “I’ll take his face,” she said which Ken was a bit disappointed at.  He wouldn’t mind fucking his sister-in-law.  They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lower her pussy around his cock.  The girls faced one another and Debi was surprised when her sister leaned forward and kissed her.  It was sensual, sexual, tongue and open mouth kiss.  Debi was turned on from Ken’s tongue and her sister’s mouth.  She suddenly felt that this was wrong, but knew she did not have the will power to stop.  She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. 

Her sister leaned forward on her hands, her hair falling into Debi’s breast while she began to hump up and down on Ken’s cock.  Debi could realize from the lack of consistency from Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited.  After about 15 minutes, his wife slowly pulled off of Ken’s cock.  She opened a condom and slipped it over Ken’s cock.  “OK Debi, let’s switch places.  Debi at first said no but her sister insisted and Debi couldn’t help but admire Ken’s rigid member and she did want to feel it inside her.  So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement.  Again the girls faced each other and as Debi bounced up and down, her sister squeezed Debi’s breasts.  Debi was surprised at how fast she was approaching an orgasm and as Ken’s excitement rose, hers rose with him and when he exploded she released as well.  She stayed on top of him until his cock started to soften and then the three of them lay side by side with Ken in the middle cuddling, the girls caressing each other’s arms across Ken’s chest.

Debi knew their relationship would never be the same.