It's Still Happening/Chapter Three
It's Still Happening
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Chapter Three
When I awoke, I was sandwiched between two very naked, and very warm --let’s say hot-- little bodies. My arm was draped over Heather and she had my hand pressed against a firm teacup sized tittie, while my morning glory basked between her warm pillowy bum cheeks… and she was awake.
Her little bottom took long, slow and delicious strokes across the underside of my cock while her little pencil hard nipples tickled my palm. Jess will have to forgive me but when I was fully awake, I couldn’t resist having a nice squeeze of the little tittie while I squeezed my cock into her bum crack. Suddenly, she flipped around, pulled me against her and plastered her lips against mine.
I found myself in a very enviable position while I relived the moments my cock was buried inside of her last evening and believed I should share my morning wood and all of its benefits with her. Jess was also awake and pulled herself into my back, let her hand wander down to my throbbing pole and gripped it, hard.
Heather’s kisses were so hot and sweet, it was hard for me to concentrate on Jess but I certainly didn’t want to leave her out. So, I asked, “Jess, are you alright with me giving Heather a bit of attention? I believe she needs some right now.”
She nibbled on my ear and panted, “As long as you don’t take too long and save some for me. You wouldn’t believe how randy I am right now.”
“I know you’re randy, but since Heather is our special guest, I think we should treat her like it. What do you think, love?”
Heather mumbled, “I didn’t sleep a wink last night because I could still feel you inside of me. I want you back again,” and when willy heard that, he did his little twirling act.
“You should give her what she wants,” Jess suggested.
That was all the impetus Heather needed. Her little spring was wound so tight, she pushed me on my back, climbed over me and stuffed my cock into her cunny in one swift move. I never knew what hit me, much less had time to react.
Then, her little cock wringer pulled me inside of her excruciatingly tight little tube and mauled me. Jess saw the expression on my face and asked, “She’s good, isn’t she?”
I was so caught up in the feeling, I could only choke out, “Very good.”
Heather shook her finger and advised me, “Don’t move and don’t talk. I’m going to do something special for you.”
I snapped my mouth shut and relaxed, or rather tried to, as the little velvet fist rippled up and down my length and proved to be even more taxing on my balls than her mouth. A thirty second massage was all it took to bring my sperm from a gentle simmer to hard, rolling boil. I barely had time to grasp her hips before the launch switch in my prostate was flipped and my little white jelly missiles shot up into the girl’s Fallopian tubes. Lightening crackled in the air around me while thunder roared in my ears and shook me to the very core. That orgasm was at least a twenty on a scale of one to ten and I passed out before I knew if Heather had hers.
“Charles, oh, Charles,” I heard a gentle voice call to me from the ether, while wet lips nibbled over mine, “Breakfast is on the table.”
My eyes popped open and was greeted by Sandy’s cheerful smile. I told her, “I think a bus smashed into me and dragged me for a mile or so.”
“Heather got to you, did she?”
“Did she ever. I believe I was sucker punched.”
“You poor man, you also missed out on the show last night. She was very tasty, yum; especially after you filled her tank up.”
“Oh well, you’ll have to do it again so I can watch.”
“You missed that too. I had it hot from the pot right after she well, fucked your brains out this morning.”
“You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you? Give me a few and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
“Oh, by the way, you don’t have to dress for the table. We’re rudie nudies today.”
I handled my morning ablutions, washed my face, scrubbed up and joined the girls at the table where they were well into their morning forage. Jess and Heather both greeted me with a smile until they noticed the dilapidated condition old willy was in. Needless to say, they were a bit disappointed, but what could I do?
“I’m going into the town to get some dresses fitted and will probably stay for lunch. Heather is going with me because somebody needs to spend time alone with her man,” Sandy popped in.
“Is that so?” I asked and then coaxed Jess over and pulled her into my lap, “Our weekend routine got overturned a bit, didn’t it?”
“It sure did and now YOU have to make up for it,” she growled at me and then gave me a peck on the lips.
I loved her little growl. She reminded me of a wild cat sometimes with a very wild little pussy.
“Please be gentle with me until I’m back up to speed,” I pleaded.
Gentle she was with me, and treated me to luxurious hot bath and scrubbed every inch of my body; some places more than others along with a choice orifice. Then, I gave her a tender bath with a healthy helping of finger pie. She had three nice cummies while I washed her fanny hole and that was before I went to work on her bum.
“I’ve been thinking…” Jess casually mentioned while I washed and tickled her little pucker.
“Oh, no, we’re all in trouble now,” I chuckled, “I know how your twisted little mind works.” Then she reached back, pushed my shoulder and tried to keep a serious expression on her face.
“Stop that, I’m serious,” she objected.
“Alright, give it up. What do you require of your humble servant, madame?” I told her with my best rendition of a grovel.
“You remember when mum told us about what she used to do with grandfather?”
“How could I forget? Let me guess… there’s something you want to try, now don’t you?”
“Ever since mum told us about grandfather doing her there, you know, in the bum, it’s stuck in my mind. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Love, I love everything we do together. I’ve never done it before but we can give it a try it if you want?”
“My bottom needs some more attention.” She suggested.
“Why don’t you crouch over the rim of the bath and I’ll give you my extra special bottom wash and we can take it from there?”
“Extra special, huh? That sounds good to me.”
“You’ll love it,” I told her while I helped her over the rim.
I don’t believe I’ve ever had a close look at my love’s little bum hole before. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe it would be as beautiful as the rest of her, it’s because I knew what it was intended for. The thought doing anything with that hole didn’t settle well with me at first.
She did have a nice one though, with a deep brown colouration that radiated from the little crinkled centre about two inches. The little wrinkle itself had a soft red spot in the middle that my fingertip could easily pierce. When I pulled on either side of the muscled ring, it bloomed open before me. The little mouth was not perfectly round, but pear shaped, and the inside was truncated with two sets of little brownish red and pink ridges on either end of the anal canal and beyond that, the velvety, glistening red walls of her rectum.
So far, so good. I loved looking into her most intimate place that way. It’s not often that it sees the light of day.
“You’re too quiet down there,” she said, and then asked, “Is it smelly, I know you washed it good?”
“It’s not smelly at all. I’m admiring it,” and then ran my fingertip over the two sets of little crenelations and it winked at me.
Then it gradually bloomed open again and I dipped my tongue inside for a little taste. There wasn’t much to taste except for a hint of earthiness, so I licked the silky red walls deep inside and found they were the same.
“You just stuck your tongue in there, didn’t you?” Jess inquired.
“Yes, and it wasn’t so bad. Did you like it?”
“It felt different but sure made my fanny tingle. You do know I get to check yours out too?”
“Of course, love,” then I climbed out of the bath and searched for a tub of petrolatum jelly.
“What do you think? Will it fit?”
“I believe it will,” I told her while I smeared a thick dab of the jelly inside and slathered some on my cock. “Are you ready to try now?”
“That’s what I been patiently waiting for while you did your inspection,” she sarcastically mentioned while I lined my prick up with her slot.
The tip slid inside like it was pressed into warm butter before the muscled ring snapped shut and trapped me in its tight grip. She squealed, “It feels like you plugged me with a big cork.”
“It feels good to me but you’re clamped so tight I can’t move. I’ll try to push more in as soon as your muscles relax,” and then she pushed out some and like a mouth, it gobbled up an inch or more. “Squeeze out harder. It’s going inside,” I instructed her.
Millimeter by tight millimeter I sank inside her until she slammed the brakes, clamped down hard on me and begged, “Stop! It’s hurting.”
So, I eased out until only the tip remained and let her relax a bit. When she was ready, she pushed her bum back into me and I slithered about three inches into the little blast furnace inside her. She was cooking hot and it felt like she had rolled a tight and thick johnny around the end of my cock. I continued to squeeze myself into her and could feel her inners pushing away as they made room to accommodate me. Then with one more tight squeeze my sack kissed her little fanny lips.
“How does it feel? I’m all of the way inside now?” I inquired.
“It feels like you stuck a tree in me. But, other than that, quite nice and it’s feeling better by the second.”
“Let it rest for a minute until you get used to it,” and then I felt her fingers brush my sack and go to work on her little tingle button. I loved the way they jiggled and tickled my bag.
“It’s feeling real good now,” she groaned, “I think I’m… yes, I’m doing it,” she uttered while her arse tube clamped around me and rippled up and down my length, “Do me… NOW!” She cried out.
I could feel her voice reverberate around my cock so I withdrew a little and squeezed quickly back inside her. It wasn’t bad at all and I was beginning to appreciate the girl’s suggestion that we try it this way. It didn’t take us long to synchronize our movements until I was slamming my pubic bone into her bum crack while my balls slapped against her fanny.
There was a tickle in my bum crack and I looked over and saw Sandy and Heather both smiling from ear to ear as they took in the scene. Sandy’s finger quickly found my pucker and she pierced the ring and made my sack to draw up. Then, she nibbled on my ear and whispered, “I thought you could use a little help,” and when she jammed it into my prostate, it was lift off.
My thruster fired slimy little missiles full of wriggling tadpoles so deep into the girl’s rectum, I’m sure she could taste them in her mouth. Blast after slimy blast shot into her and coated the shiny red walls of her back tube until it was filled to overflowing and the juice ran out and dripped from my balls.
While we sipped our brandy after supper that evening, Sandy told me, “I really enjoyed the buggering father use to give me. We tried to get his cock in my fanny for almost three years before my stubborn little cherry finally gave up. My monthlies had no sooner started before they stopped again because I was up the duff. You wouldn’t believe how randy I was, all the time, while I carried Jess.
I fucked father every day, sometimes several times a day, until my contractions started and I went into labour. In fact, my contractions started after he rooted me good over the arm of the sofa to one of greatest orgasms I had ever experienced. But, I must say, the next twelve hours were not quite as nice.
Since I was small and Jessica was a small baby, it was a natural birth with no complications. My breasts were huge after I had her and I produced so much milk, I had my daughter’s mouth emptying one breast while father emptied the other. It was almost a month before I tightened up enough to start fucking again and one of my favorite ways to do it was to have my girl nurse me while father laid the pipe.
Fabulous orgasms that wouldn’t stop and it got to point where I could have them in strings while my baby nursed. Just the sound of her crying would cause my milk to spray and a lot of extra laundry built up for the wash. I believe I stayed naked for a year so I wouldn’t soil my clothes and father never objected, not in the least.”
“Your story is amazing. You’re amazing and so is your daughter. After listening to you, I believe I’ve developed a lactation fetish along with the incest thing.”
“You do know I’m fertile and don’t take anything, don’t you? Just imagine, if I got pregnant, you could indulge in your wildest fantasies. I miss the orgasms I had while nursing and lactation can go on for years if there is enough of a demand for the milk.”
My cock sprang up so hard in my pants I had to rearrange him so he wouldn’t tear a hole in my trouser leg.
She continued with, “Want to try and make a baby? I know for a fact that Jess would love a little sister; even several of them. There’s no need to waste those potent little wigglers of yours when they can be enlisted for such a worthwhile cause.”
That was the start of my real relationship with Sandy. We seriously tried to make babies after that. That was conditional though. Her daughter had to leave me with enough sperm to do it. However I did manage a little overproduction when necessary.
It was the dawn of a new era for me and something happened that I never believed would. We discussed marriage. A marriage of convenience with Sandy was ruled out, but not the prospect of her having my babies along with her daughter. I really wanted to marry Jess when she was of age. We could all live with that. However, I did invite them to live with me. My place was considerably larger than theirs and there would be plenty of room for their things. It also meant I could spend much more time with them.
Jess went off of the pills and I managed to keep both of them pregnant for several years. That was the start, notice the word start, of a large family; all girls. It also meant that I had to find a replacement for Sandy in the office and Jess was schooled at home. That was fine with all of us and our adventure into sexuality knew no boundaries or limits.
The End
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