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Marlene’s Academy of Fellatio

SINGLE WOMEN SEEK INSTRUCTION IN FELLATIO ARTS. Based on a post by TheDoctah [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1595106&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/MarlenesAcademyOfFellatio.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/3969c2f511afc2491e4a9a652acdd627/4273fe838b80122f-75/s640x960/9893c3ab4661c0b5e5a49a88645472c9950b7b69.jpg] We finished the wine bottle, well what else were we going to do with it? My wife’s straight-laced friends were getting giggly. The four of us had been having a good time. “Spin The Bottle!” they shouted at once, before dissolving into giggles. “You want to play spin the bottle,” I asked. “How’s that going to work? I notice that there are three women and one guy at this party, and the guy is married to one of the women. Or have you all gone gay all of a sudden?” Marlene, my wife, spoke up. “No, honey, we have not gone gay. And I don’t want you having sex with these disreputable sluts, I mean, my best friends. But it’s true, you’re the only boy at the party.” I looked at her two friends. Loraine was tall, a dishwater blond with a slim body, and Roxy. Roxy was a short, buxom Italian cutie who could not help flirting, no matter what. “OK,” I said, “What’s the idea then?” “Seven minutes of heaven,” Roxy interjected, and everybody took a sip and laughed. “With me,” I wanted to make sure I was understanding this. "Well duh,” Marlene said. “We already told you we’re not going gay. And you’re the only male person here.” I gave her a sharp look. “And you’re okay with this,” I asked her. "Sure,” she said. “It’s just a game. And I am pretty sure you’ll have a good time.” Understatement of the year. All three women were grinning at me. I asked, “How does this work?” Roxy said; “whoever it points to, they go into the closet for seven minutes and do anything they want. Then they come out and somebody spins the bottle again.“ Marlene: "And since there’s one of you, just us girls will spin it, and see who goes in the closet with you. Marlene & I have been married a long time, and I trust that Marlene, same as me, has not been with anybody else for years. Loraine and Roxy were two of my wife’s best friends. But I had never even flirted with either of them. The ladies were seated on the floor.  Marlene held the bottle dramatically out in the middle of their circle, looked at both her friends, and gave it a fast spin. It stopped, pointing at Roxy. She’s not the shy type but you could see her take a big swallow. "Well, Roxy.” my wife said. “You get seven minutes of heaven with Jacob.” “Yeah,” Roxy said, “You’re sure this is okay?” “Absolutely,” Marlene said. “But look, how about a rule? No fucking in there, okay?” “Okay.” “Okay.” Loraine and Roxy said. “Unless it’s me,” Marlene quipped, and they all giggled. Roxy said, “Okay, here goes.” Now in the hall closet, my ears were ringing, my hands were shaking, my dick was hard. And with Roxy. Are you kidding me? I said, “What are we supposed to –” but Roxy grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers in the dark and opened her mouth and attacked my mouth with her tongue. “Here. let me help you;” she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra and voila, those beautiful breasts fell into my eager hands. She was stroking my cock through my jeans. I could have shot a load right then. I pushed my fingers between her legs and she spread them to let me stroke her over the thin fabric of her pants. Her fingers outlined my penis as they slipped up and down its length, and then we heard a voice call, “That’s six minutes!” Roxy giggled and broke our kiss, reached behind herself and put everything back. I stepped back, hoping my erection would subside before the door opened. “Okay, time!” I turned the knob and pushed the closet door open. Loraine and Marlene were sitting on the floor looking at us. I could see Marlene trying not to look at my face too closely, she was dying of curiosity but covering it well. “You ready for the next spin,” Marlene asked me. I felt she was taunting me. My cock at least was not trying to bust my zipper any more. "Sure,” I said. “I win every round.” “Yeah, you do,” the ladies agreed. Another sip of wine, more laughter, and Marlene took up the bottle again. “What happens if he gets the same person twice,” Roxy asked. "I don’t see what’s wrong with that,” Marlene said. “Well it doesn’t seem fair,” Roxy said. “I mean, I’m all for going in there again, but it wouldn’t seem right to leave you two sitting out here waiting that long.” Loraine agreed, and Marlene seemed to see the sense of it. She said, “Okay, so the next round it will just be me and Loraine.” Marlene gave the bottle a twist and let it go and it finally stopped, pointing at my wife. “Huh, that’s ironic,” Marlene laughed. “I mean, a guy making out with his own wife, it seems kind of weird.” “Let’s try it,” I said, taking her hand. We went into the closet and I kissed her. “I hope you’re having fun,” she said. “Are you kidding,” I laughed.  MARLENE STARTS A BLOWJOB SCHOOL Marlene dropped to her knees and in two seconds she had my belt unbuckled and my pants pushed down around my knees. "Hey, is that allowed,” I asked. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and took several slurps. Then she looked up at me and said, "Yes, it’s allowed. I am, after all, married to you.” She took a couple more nibbles and said, “And also, it’s not fucking.” Then she put her lips around my cock and sunk her nose down into my pubic hair, deep-throating me and doing something with her tongue on my shaft. She began bobbing up and down on me, slurping and giving me pleasure in ways she had learned after years of marriage. She was an expert cocksucker, I must say. “Now, be careful,” I said. “You don’t want to make me cum.” “Why not,” she asked. "Because I’ll want to stop the game,” I said. “Good point,” she said, as she attacked my penis with her mouth, always stopping just when my breathing turned to moans. She used her hand alongside her lips and kept me on the brink until someone called, “Six minutes.” I helped her to her feet. She kissed me and said, “And don’t you forget it.” I could taste the cum in her kiss, definitely a sexy flavor. “Oh, I won’t,” I said. A minute later I opened the door and we stepped out. The other two looked at us, again, with curiosity. Marlene and I both smiled at them, and Marlene said, “Well I guess I’m not included in this round.” She sat on the couch and Roxy moved to the floor, across from Loraine. Loraine took the bottle in her hand, but Roxy said, “Lori, you’re the only one who hasn’t gone in the closet with him. Maybe you ought to just go.” “That wouldn’t be fair,” Loraine said. “It wouldn’t really be a game, would it?” "It seems fair to me,” Roxy said. “I’ll spin it, and we’ll see what happens,” Loraine said. With a flick of the wrist she sent the bottle twirling on the carpet between the two of them. All of us watched, fixated on it, imagining possible outcomes. The bottle slowed and came to a stop pointing at Roxy. “See,” Roxy said. "It’s me again. That isn’t fair.” “Sure it is,” my wife said. “That’s how you play.” She gave Roxy a significant look, almost daring her to take this game past the limits. Roxy stared back at her and then stood slowly. “Okay,” she said, “I won this round.” “Yes, you did,” Marlene said with a laugh. “You and Jacob won this one.” Honestly, it seemed like Marlene wanted it to get out of hand. Roxy and I went into the closet and I pulled the door shut. She whispered, “She didn’t finish you off in here, did she?” “No,” I said. “Close, but no.” “Good,” Roxy said, and her hand went immediately to my cock, which was already hard in anticipation. We began making out as she jacked me off through the denim of my jeans. I stroked her crotch and she reached down and unbuttoned her cotton pants. “Here, I’ll make it easy for you,” she giggled. Her pussy was soaking wet when my fingers got under her panties. I squeezed again, and then began rolling her clit between my fingers slowly, until she arched her back and stifled a profound grunt, buried her face against me and spasmed uncontrollably for half a minute.“ She was laughing when she stopped. "Oh my god,” she whispered. “It has been a long time.” She renewed her attack on my cock and had me near the edge when they called six minutes. I’m sure I looked like I’d been hit over the head with a hammer when we came out. Marlene looked at Loraine and said, “Enough of this, it’s your turn. I get him every night.” “Huh, good point,” Loraine said. “Okay, we’ll pretend we spun it and it landed on me.” “Sure,” Marlene said. She picked up the bottle and set it on the floor pointing at Loraine. “There you go. Have fun.” Loraine said, “What have you guys been doing in here? I don’t know what to do.” “We can do anything you want to do,” I said. “Except fuck me.” She stood there. “Come here,” I said, and I put my arms around her and kissed her, and she kissed like a schoolgirl. I used my tongue to pry her lips apart, and after a minute or so she got the idea. I ran my hands over her body and she responded coyly. She ran her hands over my upper body and whispered, “Is it okay if I touch you?” “Absolutely,” I said. I was not sure what she meant but I liked the sound of it. “I would love that.” Then she surprised the shit out of me by unbuckling my belt, pulling my pants down, and pulling my cock out. She ran her fingers over it, slowly jacking me off, tugging and stroking. I said, “That is amazing.” “You like that,” she said. "Yes. A lot. You better be a little careful or you’re going to make me cum.” “Wow, really?” She didn’t seem to believe me, and continued stroking me. After a couple of minutes of that I said, “You better stop. It was just too good.” “Too good,” she laughed. "Too good?” “Yes,” I said, “If you keep going, the game will be over.” “I see.” I kissed her some more and we made out until they gave the alarm. The other two studied us as we came out. Loraine looked kind of embarrassed and flustered, but happy. “How was it,” Roxy asked, tactlessly. "It was great,” I said. “Yes, it was great,” Loraine said. “You still able to keep playing,” my wife taunted me. "Yes, absolutely, I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” I said. “Let’s have a sip of wine and rest up for the next round.” Loraine said, “I was scared at first. In fact, I was glad when the bottle never pointed at me. I thought I’d get out of doing it, going in there with Jacob, I feel much better now. But it was a little awkward. I never know what to do.” “Never,” Marlene asked. "Yes,” Loraine said, “With guys. I mean, I just let them do what they want, and that seems to make them happy.” “What would you want to do,” Marlene asked. We were all feeling the intensity of the evening and the wine. "I don’t know,” Loraine said. “I just don’t know how to do anything.” “We all feel like that,” Roxy said. “Really,” Marlene said. "I don’t think I feel that way, unless I’m missing something.” She turned to Loraine, “Do you mean you don’t have orgasms?” “No,” Loraine seemed to be blushing. “No, I’m okay with that. But I don’t know how to do anything.” Marlene gazed at her. “Oh, I see.” We all took a thoughtful sip of wine, wondering where this was going. Looking at Loraine she continued, “So you don’t feel like you are kinky enough or something?” Loraine looked at the floor. “No. Like a blow job, I know girls do that all the time but I don’t know how to do it.” Marlene laughed, almost spitting out some wine. “Oh, well, that’s easy. You just need to practice.” “Yeah, sure, with who?” Marlene spoke up. “Okay, I said no fucking, remember?” Everybody nodded. “But I didn’t say no blow jobs.” Hearts were pounding. Marlene looked at Roxy. “Don’t tell me you don’t know how to give a blow job either?” Roxy said, “I’ve tried it before but I don’t think it really worked.” Marlene stood up and paced around the room. “Well this is ridiculous. Jacob, you see what we have to do here. You are going to have to teach my friends how to give head.” Marlene laughed. “Sex school. Girls, it’s time to learn the tricks of the trade. I don’t know about you using our bed.” She thought some more. “Oh well, why not? I’ll burn some sage or something. Why don’t you & Loraine go into our room, Jacob do your best to show her what to do.” Roxy said, “What about me?” Marlene looked at her. “Yeah, what about you? Well, tell you what, Jacob see if you can get through a 7 minute lesson without blowing your load, think you can do that, honey?” I nodded. Marlene went on: “Okay, Loraine, then Roxy. Is that okay?” Roxy didn’t look extremely happy with the deal but she agreed to it. Loraine and I went into the bedroom. I turned on the closet light and turned off the overhead. “How are we going to do this,” I asked. "I don’t know,” she said, “You’re teaching me.” “Yeah, okay. So you don’t know how to give a blow job, that’s it?” “Yeah.” “Have you ever tried?” “Yeah, a couple of times.” “And what happened?” “He just wanted me to stop.” “Okay, so first, let me see what you do. We are going to get into the bed. Actually we’ll both get naked.” We lay in the bed, her head on my arm, against my chest. My cock was pointing. I said, “Okay, well this is a little awkward but we’ll do what we can. Why don’t you go down on me and show me what you do.” I felt her lips touch the tip of my cock and then something, maybe she was licking it. Her lips took an inch or so of me and went up and down a few times. “Okay,” I said. “I see where we’re at. Let me tell you a couple of things to start with. First of all, when I come, I want you to swallow it. Have you ever done that?” “Swallow what,” she asked. I thought for a few seconds. "Here’s the deal, if you are doing this well, the guy is going shoot a load of sperm into your mouth. I’m going to try not to today, but I mean in real life. I don’t know what it tastes like, it might be a little salty I think, but whatever, when he cums, swallow it like it is the finest Belgian chocolate, whether you like it or not. Gulp it down and lick up the last drops. You got that?” “I can’t imagine that but yes, I hear you.” “But we’re not going to do that now. I’m just telling you, if you are going to give a good blow job you’re going to swallow it. Now, to get practical. There are two things that guys find irresistible. There is a little notch under the head of my penis, I’m circumcised, but I suppose everybody has this, that’s called the frenulum. Look closely at it. See where it’s like the two halves meet, right under the tip? That is extremely sensitive. Touch that with your tongue and you will drive a man crazy.” I held my cock in place so she could see it from a few inches away. “Yeah, okay, I think I see where you mean.” “Good. Do it.” Oh my god, she did that. After two seconds she stopped. “No,” I said, “Keep doing it. Lick that part of me lightly. You have to be gentle there. It is very sensitive.” I kept bouncing away from her and had to tell her to grip my shaft. I was moaning, I could have blasted right then. “Okay, good,” I said, “Now you have to stop. Oh my fucking god. Stop!” She stopped. “There is one other major skill. And I’ll tell you, most girls can’t do this and it’s okay if you can’t, but it’s good to try. It’s called deep throating, have you ever heard of that?” “I’ve heard the term,” she said. “Do you know what it means,” I asked her. "No. I mean I can imagine but not really.” “Okay, well you see my cock is about average length. But still, if you tried to stuff it all in your mouth you would probably choke on it. Go ahead, try.” Loraine leaned over me and took me into her mouth. She got pretty far and began to gag. “So here’s the deal,” I said. “You can learn not to gag. Maybe not right away, but if you can get a guy’s cock down your throat he will do anything you say. He will be your slave for life. Go ahead, try. Go as far as you can, then relax and see if you can go a little farther. If you start to gag, back up a little and try again. Just try to relax your throat.” I lay back on the pillow with my hands behind my head, watching this slender cutie working on my cock. She would get half of it and begin to choke, and start again. She was actually making progress. Finally she had reached her limit, and it was time to move on. “Okay, good,” I said, “Stop. You were getting good at that. The two best things for a guy are one, licking his frenulum, and two, getting your lips around the base of his cock. But deep-throating is hard. In general, the main technique you will use is just fucking him with your mouth. You want to try that?” “Sure,” she said. “What do I do?” “Well wrap your lips around the middle of my shaft, not too far down, you don’t have to choke for this. Now tighten your lips and move your mouth up to the tip of my cock. Then move it back down to the middle, maybe a little farther if that’s comfortable. Keep going up and down like that. I think sometimes when you are near the head of it, you can work on the frenulum for a second, too, like with your tongue. Try it.” Holy shit! Her lips were snug and she began working on me methodically. I knew I had to save something for the next lesson but I would have been very happy to blast a load down this woman’s throat, skipping right to the last lesson. She was blowing me like a pro. Finally I said, “Okay, stop. Stop Loraine, that is amazing. Let’s take a break for a minute.” I caught my breath and then said, “Okay, let’s try it again. Say you were on a date and a guy invited you in and you want to make an impression on him. Show me what you’d do.” She got up and walked around the bed and came up between my legs. Taking my cock in her hand, she looked up into my eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to the underside of my cock. She licked lightly until I could not watch any more. I was moaning and panting. Then I felt her lips surround my cock and proceed down the shaft until she had me down her throat. I could not open my eyes, but I’m sure she had the whole thing. She held that position for a few seconds and then began fucking me with her mouth, up and down on my shaft, devouring me until I literally pushed her head away and shouted, “No, stop, you have to stop.” She came and lay beside me again and I told her she was a wonderful student and I hoped we could have some more lessons in the future. She thanked me for teaching her, then said, “Well it’s time for Roxy to learn.” There was no jealousy in her voice. It sounded like she was eager for her friend to learn this valuable lesson, as she had. “Yes,” I said, “Roxy’s turn. Can you go send her in? You were an A student, by the way, that was wonderful.” Loraine gave me a passionate salty-tasting kiss, with tongue this time, and a hug, and she hopped up, pulled her clothes on, and hurried out the door, calling Roxy. I lay on my back, panting. I was appreciating my crazy wife more than anything. I always knew she was adventurous but she was also traditional in so many ways, she would not risk her marriage. I never would have imagined this. Roxy came in with a wine glass in her hand. She paused in the doorway, then pulled the door shut. “How was it?” she asked me. “Did Loraine learn something?” “I’d say she did,” I said. “So tell me, is this true, you don’t know how to give a blow job?” “Yeah,” she sa

Love the Motherland

A WORLD WAR 2 STORY OF COMPASSION, LOYALTY AND LOVE. By FinalStand [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1395985&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/winter-short-stories/LoveTheMotherland.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/19412e0a867e47c9a43c3ce564dda8ce/522b4edf4e89adb9-b1/s640x960/6d9d022f56a5503f1299bb7d7f05bc48774f16f2.jpg] Both Men and Nations make ware, but only men make love. Introduction: The Nazi Regime was evil; the German Army of the time, the Heer, did horrible things, but in the end armies are made up of ordinary men and this is a story of ordinary men in bad situations TWO HOURS BEFORE SUNSET DAY 1. Sergeant Heinz Klausenbach pressed himself through the waist deep snow toward the outpost of the neighboring 3rd Battalion. They sat on the extreme north of his own company’s position, if you could consider what was left of his command a company. Right now every one of his soldiers was praying to see New Year’s Day of 1942, and a prayer was about all they had. The German Wehrmacht was reeling from the massive Soviet Winter offensive and its very existence was in danger. Heinz looked around, trying to get his bearings in the heavy snowfall. He was sure he should have crossed a sentry by now. He checked the bolt on his Mauser rifle; it still worked even in this terrible cold. He snuck up on a figure slumped against as tree. He had on a German helmet so Heinz tapped him and whispered. “Hey, don’t let your officers find you asleep.” The man didn’t move. The Sergeant placed a gloved hand on the man’s shoulder and was immediately impressed with the cold emanating from him. It bit harder than the lethal winds. Heinz turned the man around and gasped. Even in the cloud-covered failing light the man was an icy blue. He was frozen solid. Heinz didn’t want to think about how long the man had to have been out for this to happen. With a sense of dread he pressed on to the last known location of the battalion HQ. He soon came across more frozen corpses. Some looked like they’d died in their sleeps but a few had this look of horror on their faces, as if something had overtaken them. The German came upon the edge of the encampment and slowed down. Nothing seemed to stir in the camp. Heinz endeavored to make it to the battalion radio and relate this disaster. His entire regiment’s position was compromised and it was worth his life to save his comrades. As he rounded the main tent and headed for the entrance he found a woman in bare-feet standing over a small clump of frozen men. She had on a loose white gown, cinched at the waist by a black rope. Her skin was alabaster, her hair was waist long, black and seemed to billow about the woman; her lips were a ruddy blue as were her eyes, and her breath came in deep, labored puffs. “Comrade,” he called out softly in German. The woman turned to face him fully. She was clearly very close to freezing to death. With a moment’s hesitation he leant his rifle against the closest tree and tore off his great coat. Steam wafted off his body and the cold intensified as the woman drew close. She was reaching for him when he stepped beside her and wrapped his coat around her chilly shoulders. The woman looked at Heinz in confusion. “I know you can’t understand me,” he continued in German, “but if I don’t get you to a fire soon you will die. Let me get you some boots and a spare coat and I’ll take you back to me fire.” The woman silently regarded him with her dark eyes framed in her classic Slavic features. She seemed to be a very beautiful Russian woman who had experienced a rough time of late. Heinz didn’t worry about any of that. If they both stayed out here too long, he would die alongside her. She was so cold it hurt his arm where she grabbed him to steady herself as he put some fur boots on her feet. He took an officer’s trench coat and grabbed her chilly hands. The hands felt too bitter to hold so Heinz brought them up to his face and blew hot breath on her. A glimmer of a smile crossed the woman’s lips. She said something in Russian, but he hadn’t a clue what it was. When the radio proved wrecked he began to drag her back to his own men’s position. The woman was careful to follow in the path he stomped through the snow. Twice he stopped to blow again on her freezing hands. Each time she gave that ghost of a smile. “Halt,” hissed a voice in the twilight. “Gunner, I’m back. Get ready to pull back as soon as I give the word,” Heinz instructed the private on picket duty. “What happened?” he called out carefully. Sound carried far over the snow. “Who is with you?” “The 3rd Battalion is gone,” Heinz whispered back. “She’s the only one I could find.” “They left us? The bastards,” Gunner growled. “No, they are all dead. I didn’t find anyone alive this side of the HQ. We need to get the hell out of here,” the Sergeant said. Heinz led the woman to his own little command post. His lieutenant had gone to his own battalion HQ two days ago right before the last big push by the Soviets and hadn’t been seen since. Heinz had been husbanding the lives of his remaining forty-five men. A few quick orders and his men began to move out. He wouldn’t bother radioing Battalion until he’d made his move because he knew what their demands would be. He rolled in his pickets and began his retreat, Fuhrer Orders be damned. The Great Leader ordered that every German stand fast to the last bullet. That was Berlin; in Russia Sgt. Klausenbach had decided to make sure as many of his men as possible lived to see Germany once again. If he followed his conscience they might shoot him. If he stayed, the Russians would definitely kill all of them. “Sir, what do we do with the girl?” one of his corporals asked. Heinz looked her over. “We’ll leave her at the next village we come to. If we abandon her we might as well shoot her. She’ll never survive out here on her own,” Heinz responded. He offered the woman his hand which she took. Together they led the little German troop in their retreat further west. Two hours later the weary men trudged up to the ‘next’ village. It wasn’t much; twelve houses and two communal buildings. A quick scouting mission revealed that the village hand no soldiers, German or Russian, in it. Heinz had his command move stealthily into the settlement, capturing and securing the various homes as the entered. That done, the German’s rounded up the male villagers. Heinz put them to work creating walk ways through the deep snows. His scroungers dug up food supplies which he had the majority of women cook into a hot meal. Using a trick he had picked up in France, Heinz fed the entire village from the prepared food. All the while he felt the eyes of the woman upon him, somehow weighing him in judgment. He was too tired to care. Unfortunately none of the Russians spoke German and the best translator in his unit could only get rudimentary things across. After some finagling, the Sergeant was able communicate to the head of the commune that he was trying to find out who the strange woman belonged to. He talked to the woman who responded in a way that he didn’t like. The head man shrugged to the German’s. When Heinz went out to check the men he’d placed around the outer buildings, the woman insisted in coming along, no matter how much he tried to dissuade her. When they got back he made a point to wrap her in a blanket and lay her down next to the fire. Even as he put himself up against a post in the building to grab the few hours of sleep allowed a non-com, she was still looking him over. NEXT SUNRISE DAY 2: “Sergeant Klausenbach, you do realize that you have compromised our entire position,” snapped the colonel’s adjutant. Sergeants didn’t get to talk to the real 'powers that be’. “You need to move back and reestablish the line at once.” “Sir, the 3rd Battalion is all gone sir, or at least the two companies I ran across. Sir they were frozen to death. There is no way my forty-five men can plug a hole that wide.” “If you fail to follow your orders Sergeant, you will be arrested and returned to Regimental command to stand trial for cowardice in the face of the enemy,” the officer threatened. Heinz looked over at the few men in the communal barn with him. The woman studied him intently as well. Heinz was beginning to suspect she understood more than she was letting on. “I can’t do it sir,” Heinz sighed. “What you want me to do can’t be done and I’m not going to have all my men die trying to fulfill this insane command just to save my own life. Do what you must.” There was no response for the longest time; seconds became minutes. “Sergeant Klausenbach, can you defend your current position?” the adjutant asked. “I’m in a small village and I’ve got a good view of the terrain. I can hold it against anything short of a determined attack. Is there any hope of artillery support?” Heinz asked. “We will do what we can,” the officer answered. “Unless they throw a battalion at me, I’ll hold this position Sir.” “I’ll get you some supplies as soon as we figure out where you are,” was the man’s final statement before the connection ended and Heinz was left looking at his men. One of his men stuck a hot cup of ersatz-coffee which tasted like crap but warmed the blood. He offered half of the cup to the girl who drank it and made a face that had to say 'are you trying to poison me?’ Heinz quickly formed some plan for the defense of the village. Once he figured out the best building to hold on to, he moved the families into the houses closer to the center. He fortified the strongpoints and set the other buildings up to be burned if he needed to get rid of them. Convinced he was doing the best he could, he took out a small patrol east to see if he could spot the Russians but there didn’t seem to be any around for miles. 4 HOURS LATER DAY 2: As he came back to the village from the east he heard supply trucks coming in from the west side of the village. Heinz took deep sigh and despite the icy daggers in his lungs, he felt happy. With the proper supplies in his current fortifications, he knew his men could hold out as needed. Only when the trucks came close to village did Heinz start to get a funny feeling about things. There were not enough trucks and too much protection. There was a jeep, two half-tracks guarding only two trucks. It was lavish protection for the resupply for one under-strength company. When the leader stepped out one of the soldiers with him grumbled. For Heinz it was more a matter of raw anger that came with desperate disappointment. They were an SS security detail. Everyone in the Army had heard rumors of these detachments. Their generous critics called their actions 'anti-partisan’ operations; others whispered accusations of villages leveled and mass executions. Heinz had little hope he was here to help them hold off actual Russian soldiers. The leader was the SS equivalent of a Captain, though he had no rank in the Heer. “Sergeant Klausenbach,” the Captain said scanning the bundled up German soldiers. Heinz stepped forward. “That would be me. Have you come to resupply us?” Heinz asked in even tone. “No,” the SS man began. “Have you come to relieve us?” Heinz interrupted. “No,” the man continued. “Then why in the hell are you in my village?” Heinz snapped. The closest armed SS guards bristled at the treatment of their officer, but the Captain merely smiled in an effete gesture. “As I have been trying to tell you Sergeant, there has been a report of unusual activity and my unit is here to investigate,” he smiled like a predatory cat. Heinz tried not to feel like its next meal. “Like what, sir?” Heinz inquired. “A whole battalion froze to death; I need to know if you noticed anything unusual when you scouted the scene,” the Captain questioned. Two the closest German soldiers shot Heinz a quick look. The woman who was right behind him stayed motionless. “Nothing sir, except a number of men frozen solid with a few of those clearly terrified before they died,” Heinz lied. “Oh, a pity; I will need you to lead me and some of my men to the site,” the SS captain said with a white toothy grin. “Sir, you have to realize that the whole area has to be crawling with Communists by now. I can’t justify throwing the lives of my men away on such a foolish errand,” Heinz protested. “First Sergeant, this wasn’t a request. I have orders from your regiment to accord me, my men, and my mission every available resource. Secondly, the only guide I need is you. Leave your men in safety. Finally, it shouldn’t be the Russian soldiers you should be afraid of,” he grinned. “What does that mean?” Heinz asked. “That is not important to you,” the Captain pointed out, rubbing his clean shaven jawline. Heinz stepped forward and extended his hands. With a great show of forbearance the SS Captain (whose name turned out to be G Sierech) gave Heinz his orders who read them. A cold wind threatened to steal the paper away. Heinz swore under his breath. “I’ve only now come in from patrol Captain Sierech. Let me warm myself by the fire and get a bite to eat. You and your men can join us,” Heinz suggested. The SS Captain acknowledged the wisdom of the gesture and soon thirty SS men were inside the communal barn with nearly half the villagers. “You need to stay here with the others,” Heinz pleaded with the woman when they had a moment alone. “Listen, I don’t know if you can understand any of this, but I think they are after you and if they figure out who you are they will kill you. Please understand that.” She looked into his eyes then past him. “Who is the woman?” Captain Sierech inquired politely having snuck up close enough to hear voices but clearly not their intent. “She is my woman,” Heinz offered. “You have good taste in woman. Too bad she’s a Slav,” Sierech noted contemptuously. “Woman, do you pleasure him?” “I prefer to think that she has good taste in men,” Heinz countered. The woman made no sign that she understood the SS officer. “She doesn’t speak much German, does she?” he smiled in that chilling way of his. “She doesn’t need to speak for what I want,” Heinz highly exaggerated. He was far too exhausted for sex and even if he had, he couldn’t stomach rape or rapists. Three things happened in rapid succession. Sierech moved to snatch the woman by the hair, the woman stumbled away, and Heinz snapped up his arm and batted the officer’s arm aside. The officer reached for his pistol then froze. Heinz had a knife to his throat. “Be careful with your next action, Sergeant,” hissed Sierech. All over the room German soldiers and SS men were pointing weapons at one another. There were more SS in the room, but it wouldn’t help Sierech; Heinz would kill him. The Captain’s chest heaved in anticipation. “Button up your pistol Captain,” Heinz said angrily. “As you said, be careful with your next action.” The officer shrugged and buttoned up his holder and moved his hand away. Heinz put his knife back in its sheath and told his men to stand down. “Let me finish here and I’ll be ready to be your guide in five minutes, Sir.” Sierech gave the Hitler salute which Heinz was obliged to follow and once he had a moment, he pulled the woman aside. “Does this have anything to do with you?” Heinz asked. He got no reply. “If I got you some provisions could you make your way to the Russian lines?” Again, no reply. “Damn it,” Heinz pleaded, “I’m trying to save you and I know you know more about what is happening here than you are letting on.” By this time the SS were gathering for the mission. “I can’t be here to protect you,” which brought a smile to her lips. He’d even dressed her down like one of his soldiers When he got into the truck he found and odd assortment of gear. Some of it was weird electronic detection units. There were also a good many White Phosphorus grenades and flame throwers. The also had light mortars and plenty of ammunition. Heinz was stepping up when the woman came running up to him. She kissed him as if we were old lovers, deep and rich and something so strong it rattled his toes. Fear, fatigue and even the cold vanished in this surge of warmth. He couldn’t have appreciated it more it if had been a three day pass. Heinz convinced them that the best bet was to go around the north then trying due east along 3rd battalion designated retreat route. With the trucks left behind, the SS team made good time until they got close to the battalion parameter. They seemed interested in the frozen bodies as a matter of research and Heinz with two years of university knew just enough that something worse than the wretched winter was at work here. 4PM DAY 2: I quickly became clear that the soviets come this way, but decided to go around it and continued on to the north. At the camp thing were pretty much as he had left them. No sooner had they arrived the SS began searching the ground for tracks. They found what they were looking for too. Bare woman’s footprints. Heinz did his best to appear skeptical without offering any explanation. After some work they determined that the woman had stalked Heinz back to his camp and then followed his troops in the direction of the village. “What did you do here?” the SS Captain Sierech commanded. He had the polished wood case of a sniper rifle on his back. Somehow that choice of weapons suited him. “I walked the perimeter, came in looking for survivors among that stack of bodies thinking that some survivors would have buried themselves for warmth. Finding no one I looted the officers for boots and coats to give to my men. "Did you see anyone?” Sierech persisted. “I don’t understand the question; if it had been a Russian I would have shot them and you would see a dead Russian and if it had been a German solider I would have brought them back with me and you would be talking to him not me,” Heinz answered sarcastically. “Perhaps you mean wildlife?” “Was there any unusual wildlife,” the SS Captain snapped, clearly at his end with Heinz’s attitude. “None that I noted. There was absolutely no noise on my approach, no mice or birds, which was unusual. That implies a large number of men normally, living men, but I found no such thing.” “Have you seen much combat Klausenbach?” He asked. “I was in Poland then France then here. I’ve seen my share of dead bodies, virtually all of them being men capable of fighting back,” Heinz grinned. “Do you think you know more than the Supreme Authority of the Reich?” he said sweetly. Heinz began wondering if the man was gay. He looked at Heinz funny and not in a good way. <

Christmas Leigh Ride

THEY’LL FROLIC AND PLAY, FUCKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND. By RejectReality [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1049328&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/680754058065264640/Leigh%20Ride.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/bc3b21354301e902cfa5cfa684cbcdb5/17b57be1db732c0e-89/s640x960/352b2fb1d267f6ddf62e09420262f31ee748fb17.jpg] Josh finished off his meal before half of the other employees had even made it through the queue. He came from a poor family with three kids, and whoever ate the fastest got dibs on seconds, so he’d been in the habit of wolfing down his food all his life. Thankfully, the company had learned from the previous year’s fiasco. The food had been bad enough that they’d stopped going super cheap on company meals, and had found a caterer that seemed to do everything right. It wasn’t a proper family Christmas dinner, but it was as close as one could get on a mass catering scale. The caterer’s track record with good food was the tipping point that had convinced him to make the long drive to the Christmas party. The door prizes were nice — but a long shot. The food was a sure thing. Pleasantly full, he chatted with a couple of the other loading dock workers he was friendly with for a few minutes, and then went to refill his iced tea. So much for that idea, he thought as he approached the beverage dispensers. There were several people on the dock he wasn’t fond of, but Anthony he absolutely couldn’t stand. From the looks of him, he was ranting about something, and he was standing right next to the dispensers. The guy was lazy, full of himself, and bitched constantly about how he was being singled out and treated unfairly — by everyone and everything. Another glass of tea wasn’t worth the aggravation. Josh glanced at his phone and saw that it was going to be over an hour before they started announcing door prizes. He decided to throw on his coat and head to his car in the parking lot for a while, where he had tunes that weren’t Christmas music, and a bottle of Coke. It was a sunny winter’s day with no wind, and so felt far warmer than it actually was. When he climbed in his car on the back side of the hotel, he found that the sun streaming through the windows had kept it warm enough that he didn’t even need the heater to feel comfortable. He drank his Coke, listened to music, and took in the view. The hotel where the company had rented the banquet hall wasn’t part of the ski resort proper, but still had a great view of the snow-blanketed mountains. According to the signage, there were hiking trails through the pines and picnic shelters as well. Beyond the mounds pushed up by the plows were pristine natural drifts guided by the lay of the land and whim of the wind. Snow hung thick on the boughs of the pines rising out of those drifts. Above them was the majesty of the mountains. It was a far different view than at home, where the mountains were a distant vision — most often blocked by buildings — and the snow was a dingy grey. He knew he could get an even better look if he took advantage of the slight discount the company had arranged on the slopes of the resort. The key word was slight, and he had never been on a pair of skis or a snowboard. That was something he didn’t want to try to learn in front of coworkers he would class as acquaintances rather than friends. After only a few minutes of sitting, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and glanced toward the back door of the hotel, where he’d just exited. A woman was standing there in the open door, facing inside. She had a great ass and long dark hair hanging in pigtails from a white knit cap. He thought he knew her, and when she turned slightly, it confirmed his guess. Leigh was fresh out of high school, hot as hell, and worked in one of the outlying departments of the warehouse. She was also Anthony’s girlfriend. Maybe not for long, Josh thought rather smugly when he realized she was gesturing angrily at him, where he stood just inside the door. It served him right as far as Josh was concerned. He had no idea what any woman saw in the jackass — let alone a sweet little hottie like Leigh. Leigh turned and walked away from the hotel, and Anthony didn’t follow. As she approached, he could see that she was red-faced and had misty eyes. Her expression was likewise a mixture of anger and sorrow. He assumed she was heading for her car, but when she reached the back of the lot, she stepped onto the snow-covered trail leading into the pine forest. It didn’t seem like a particularly good decision, but he was torn. If he followed after her, he could very well come off as a creeper. On the other hand, she was obviously upset and not thinking clearly. Wandering into an unfamiliar, snowy forest in that state was a recipe for potential disaster. He agonized over the decision for a minute or so, until she actually vanished into the trees. That was what finally encouraged him to get up and follow her. Hers were the only footprints in the inch or so of snow that had fallen the night before, making her easy to track. Catching up was a different matter entirely. She was moving quickly along the curving path, and paying no mind to where the snow had drifted a couple of inches deeper here and there. Josh increased his pace when he realized just how far ahead she must be. He caught up after a bend in the trail near one of the picnic shelters to see her looking warily over her shoulder. She visibly relaxed when she recognized him. “You okay, Leigh?” he asked. “I’m okay, I guess,” she answered. He could see where her previously unshed tears had rolled down her cheeks as she walked. “I was worried when I saw you walking back here alone. I’ll leave you alone if you want, but I wanted to check on you.” “No, it’s okay. I should really go back. I wasn’t thinking about how stupid it was until I heard you behind me and didn’t know who was following me.” “Sorry to scare you.” He noticed that one of the picnic tables beneath the shelter had avoided being covered in snow thanks to thick, overhanging pine boughs. He pointed and asked, “You want to sit down?” “I…” She hesitated and fidgeted for a moment before continuing, “Sure.” Josh shuffled his feet, making a path through the snow over to the shelter. They both stomped the snow off their shoes near the table, where only a dusting covered the concrete. He then climbed up to sit on the table, rather than the seat, and she did the same. “You work on the dock with…” She trailed off, leaving the name unsaid. “It’s Josh — right?” she asked. He nodded. “Can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “Does Anthony talk about me? About us?” Josh hesitated, knowing that what her boyfriend said about her probably wasn’t something she wanted to hear. “Well, we don’t really talk much.” “But you hear him, I’m sure,” she said with a slight roll of her eyes. “Be honest. What does he say about me?” He had no reason whatsoever to protect Anthony, and though he knew it would be hard to hear, she probably suspected the truth anyway. So he answered, “It’s mostly about sex, and complaining about anything else you want to do as smothering him.” “He doesn’t call me his girlfriend, does he?” “It’s mostly my bitch.” She clenched her teeth and let out a little growl. “Has he ever talked about cheating on me?” “Like I said, we don’t get along… But I have seen things that make me think he might.” “That skank Jennifer?” Rumor was that Jennifer had slept with at least a dozen men from the warehouse and a couple of supervisors — one of whom was married. Her suspicions were hardly without evidence, and he told her, “I’ve seen him talking to her a few times after work in the parking lot.” “I knew it. I am so tired of his shit.” She then sighed, caught his gaze, and said, “Thanks for telling me the truth.” Damn, she’s beautiful, Josh thought as her eyes softened. “You’re welcome.” Leigh said, “I almost didn’t come today. I’m glad I did now.” She then looked around and said, “It’s really pretty out here.” Though he much preferred to enjoy the scenery right in front of him, he took in their surroundings as well. “Yeah. No tracks in the snow, and the snow hanging on all the pine boughs. The little beams of light that sneak through and light up patches of snow. It’s nice.” “Just far enough away that you can pretend the hotel isn’t just over there, because you can’t see it.” “Peaceful, and quiet,” he agreed. Leigh made eye contact with him again. She was smiling, and her deep brown eyes were alight — once again entrapping him. “I don’t know why I can’t find a nice guy — like you.” “I’m a guy like me,” he said before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He instantly winced and looked away, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Leigh laughed — though it had none of the mocking tone he expected after delivering such a cheesy line. She then reached up, cupped his chin, and guided him to look at her. “Sorry. That…” He couldn’t finish. His face felt so hot from embarrassment that he was surprised he didn’t see water pouring off the roof from the snow melting away. She smiled and said, “It’s okay. It was kind of cute, and sweet actually.” He nearly gasped from the sparks flying between them as they looked into each other’s eyes. The next thing he knew, she was scooting closer to him, and then leaning in. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest to return her soft, sweet kiss. Leigh let out a quiet moan when their lips parted. They locked eyes, and simultaneously sought each other’s lips once more. Josh’s tongue slipped over hers, and he lifted his hand to caress her face. She tousled his hair and stroked his arm. Her kisses grew steadily more passionate, and he eagerly matched her. He wondered what she was doing when she reached up between them and unzipped her coat. She didn’t leave him guessing for long, and guided his hand to her breast before reaching between his legs. She moaned into their hungry kiss when she felt his hardness. She was still squeezing his erection through his pants when she once again redirected the hand exploring her breasts. She guided it beneath her gray and black mottled sweater, and then back to the firm mounds again. No bra impeded his access to her, and he squeezed her left breast while running a thumb over her stiff nipple. Leigh broke from the kiss, but stayed close enough for him to continue fondling her firm, eighteen-year-old breasts. She bit her lower lip for a moment, and then began unbuttoning his pants. “What are you doing?” he asked in disbelief. “What do you think?” she countered as she made quick work of the button and zipper. She fished his cock out into the crisp winter air, but it wasn’t exposed long. He turned his hand as she leaned into his lap — never losing contact with her breast — and settled the other on the back of her head. Josh groaned when she took him in her hot little mouth. Anthony is a fucking idiot, Josh thought as she worshiped his cock with slow, deep sucks. “That feels so good, Leigh,” he encouraged her in a voice barely above a whisper. Leigh moaned around him, adding a new layer to the incredible sensation. After a few more sucks, she released him, blew out a long, slow breath over his saliva-slick member and said in a husky voice, “I need you.” He began, “Do you want to go back to my—” She cut him off by sitting up and saying, “I need you right now.” She lifted her foot and began sliding off one of her black, fur-topped boots. Josh instinctively looked back toward the trail. They were out of sight of the hotel, but they weren't that far away. Leigh didn’t seem to be the slightest bit concerned. She’d already pulled off one of her boots, and removed the other as soon as he turned back. “This is crazy,” he said. “Uh huh,” she agreed even as she began popping open the buttons of her pants. Crazy or not, there was no turning back as she stood on the seat and began to wriggle out of her pants. A groaning sigh escaped him as the material slipped down to her thighs, revealing her shaved pussy. “Ooo!” Leigh exclaimed when her bare bottom hit the cold wood of the table, but it didn’t deter her. She nodded over her shoulder and said, “Lay down,” while she finished removing her pants. Josh unzipped his bulky coat, slipped his arms out of the sleeves, and reclined atop it as he drank in the sight of her — naked from the waist down — quickly rolling up her pants. She placed them atop his coat by his chest, and then reached for his pants. He lifted his ass so she could wrestle them down to his thighs. A second later, she stepped over him. Leigh looked back over her shoulder as she squatted over his lap and quickly asked, “Is this okay?” He nodded and then dropped his eyes back to the sight of her tight little ass. She didn’t waste any time reaching down to stand his cock up straight and lowering her pussy to it. A moment later, the chilly kiss of the wind was replaced by her warm, velvety walls engulfing him. Leigh gasped, and he groaned. Josh grabbed her waist when she began to ride him. Leigh undulated, letting out little moans as her pussy slid up and down his cock. Her right hand moved from his leg to in front of her, and she whimpered when she began to rub her clit. “Oh god, yeah,” he groaned. “S-so good,” she whimpered in response. “So big.” Her strained tone was practically screaming bigger than that dickhead Anthony, which brought a grin to his face. She moved a little faster, and her sounds of pleasure rose in volume to match. The dark fans of her pigtails began to sway across the white of her jacket. “Ah fuck,” he exclaimed while shuddering from the feeling of her tight, wet pussy milking his cock. She seemed to agree when she responded, “Uh huh. Oh yeah.” After a few more sweet gyrations, she said, “Warn me if you’re going to come.” Josh let out a growl and said, “Okay.” Leigh leaned forward, allowing her hips to move at an even faster pace. It also let him see his cock sliding into her pretty pink pussy. She was soaking wet, and his erection glistened in the dappled light with her juices. Josh let his hands glide over her hips, her quivering ass, and up her waist beneath her sweater. Beneath the wool, her skin was hot, in sharp contrast to the slight chill where she wasn’t covered. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed after half a minute or so, and then began to bounce hard on his erection. Her ass clapped against his skin — the sound echoing back from the roof above and the surrounding trees. Josh dug his fingers into her hips, pulling down when she descended and bucking his hips at the bottom of the stroke. The smacks of colliding flesh grew even louder, and he could hear the wet crackle of his cock penetrating her. Wrong as it was, having his cock buried in Anthony’s girlfriend was an incredible thrill. On top of that was the dangerous excitement of possibly being caught. It made him throb hard in her tight, slippery embrace. “Ah! Oh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried as her pleasure mounted. “Yeah, ride me,” he encouraged her. “So fucking hot.” “So full. So good. Oh, Josh…” “Leigh, you’re so sexy.” She looked back over her shoulder, and her ecstasy was plainly written on her face. “My pussy feel good?” “Incredible. God, you’re beautiful.” Leigh whimpered and a smile merged with her tightened features. She looked at him for a second or two longer before gasping and wiggling her ass with him balls deep inside her. Then her hips rose and slammed back down on him again. “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “Yes.” “I want you to come.” “Oh yes. Yes!” He could see how fast her hand was moving between her legs, and even hear the skitch skitch sound of her fingers flashing over her folds, between the slaps of flesh on flesh. She whimpered, “Feels so good. Gonna… Gonna make me come.” Josh growled and gripped her hips even tighter. “Oh yeah. Come.” “So close. Oh god!” she cried, and then went absolutely wild. Leigh impaled herself on his hard cock with reckless abandon. Her feminine grunts of exertion were incredibly sexy, and triggered an itch in the head of his cock that was quickly swelling. The skin beneath his hands felt nearly as warm as it had beneath her sweater as the effort raised her body temperature. He likewise no longer noticed the chill of the air on his skin as his pleasure mounted. “Yes. Do it. Do it. Come for me,” he growled while fighting off an eruption. Leigh was beyond words. She serenaded him with increasingly — almost alarmingly, considering the situation — loud sounds of pleasure. Josh closed his eyes, as he was careening toward an orgasm as well. Not being able to see her did little to curb the urgency, however. He was on the verge of warning her that he was going to come when he felt her jerk, and then slam down over his hips one final time. She yelped as her walls clenched around him in orgasm. “C-coming!” she squealed a moment later. Josh bucked his hips up into her climaxing pussy and grunted, “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck!” Leigh twitched, jerked, and whimpered atop him as the throes took control of her. Josh clenched his teeth and stiffened. Her canal squeezing around his cock was nudging him closer to the edge by the moment. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Shit. Gonna come. Gonna come,” he warned her in clipped grunts. Leigh lurched off his cock with a pained whimper that warbled when she was left empty. She drew in noisy breaths as she dropped forward onto her hands. Then she haltingly pushed back toward him. He could see steam curling from her hot flesh where sweat and her juices were evaporating into the cold, dry air. His eyes snapped closed a fraction of a second later when she took his cock in her mouth. Leigh bobbed her head in short strokes, and it didn’t take long. She croaked when his hips thrust upward of their own accord as he surrendered to orgasm. Josh grunted and gasped, pumping cum into Leigh’s eager mouth. She sucked hard and worked her lips around his pulsing shaft, milking out every drop he had to offer. His ejaculations were so powerful that he started to feel light-headed from the intensity. He both heard and felt her long, satisfied moan when the last few dribbles oozed onto her tongue. She kept sucking. His head cleared in a flash as he grew sensitive. For a second, all he could do was pant through clenched teeth. Then

Jacobs Bed: Part 2

BEDDING ARRANGEMENTS In 2 parts, based on the works of Bobbi R [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/03a0455dc3cfd465a1fd79f2e34c8904/435baa8dfa1e0132-70/s640x960/2620a8780095292db588f8a300293be62eca9278.jpg] Leah looked at us both, Rachel still laying astride me. You look amazing together, she smiled. That’s the first time I’ve watched two people fucking. It’s fantastic. I loved you being here, said her sister. It was like you really love us. I do love you. Leah turned to me. Are you okay, darling Jake? Did you like that?’ I gave her a kiss. You know I did. And you know I still love you, don’t you?’ Leah pressed. Yes, I said, and I still love you, more than ever. Ah, said Rachel, you two are totally amazing. I love you both. What are you waiting for, darling? Leah said to me. Kiss her. So with my softening cock still buried in her open cunt, I gently turned my head to my sister-in-law to me and gave her a long loving kiss. Unlike in porn movies, we didn’t immediately descend into an endless succession of sexual positions and have orgasm after orgasm until the end of the day. All three of us felt pretty satiated and exhausted. We lay back on the bed, me between the two sisters with my arm round each and their heads resting on my shoulders. Leah pulled the duvet half over us and within ten minutes we were all asleep. I was the first to wake up. Rachel lay curled up with her back to me. Leah was lying half turned towards me. They were both dead to the world. I lay for a few minutes thinking about what had happened. Even then, I could hardly believe it. It seemed like a wonderful dream, a mad fantasy. Yet I could still remember the feeling of my cock in Rachel’s cunt, the eagerness of Leah’s lips on mine, her excited encouragement as I fucked her much younger sister. It had really happened, I kept telling myself. It was only then that I started to have misgivings. Yes, it had happened; I had fucked my wife’s sister. What now? Would everything change from now on? Would Leah still love me? Would she become jealous? Would it happen again? Rachel was almost 15 years younger than Leah; would I prefer fucking her to fucking my wife? I couldn’t see how things would ever be the same again. I couldn’t envisage a cozy menage a trois; that sort of thing only happened in porn fantasies. Yet there they were: two beautiful naked women lying next to me. I loved them both. I wanted them both. I wanted what had happened; to happen again. I wanted to fuck my wife and I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted to fuck them both. Almost perspiring in my state of confusion I lay rigid. I didn’t dare wake them up in case all they had to say were regrets. I didn’t want my dream shattered. In the end I crept from the bed, grabbed my bath robe and went into the kitchen. I didn’t really have anything in mind, but something told me that what was needed was a quick dose of normality. What I didn’t want was Leah waking up and thinking, Oh my god, this has all been a terrible mistake, what have I done? I certainly didn’t want the kind of conversation that starts with, Darling, we have to talk. I didn’t want to give her the chance to think and the only way I could think of to do that was with a dose of domesticity. Half an hour later I entered the bedroom carrying a tray of supper. The sisters were still dozing, but sat up as soon as I put the tray on the bed. What’s this? smiled Leah. Supper, I said needlessly. I thought you deserved it. Rachel giggled. I suppose we need to keep our strength up. Definitely, agreed Leah. They looked sexily at me, completely without any expressions of guilt or regret, and I allowed myself a small feeling that things might be alright after all. Shamelessly they sat with their tits invitingly naked and we dug into our supper. That night I went to bed early. I didn’t want to have the conversation with Leah I knew we would have to have sooner or later. I was too confused and I didn’t have the energy. It was a work day the following day, so when Leah came to bed she didn’t expect any lovemaking. I pretended to be dozing, so all she did was say, Goodnight, lover, kiss me and turn over. I lay awake for a long time worrying about everything. The next week passed fairly uneventfully. Whether Leah and Rachel talked over what had happened I didn’t know, but I suspected they did; didn’t they talk about everything? But when I was around, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that the subject wouldn’t be brought up. Rachel slept in her own room. Leah and I fucked a couple of times, as enjoyably and lovingly as ever but almost wordlessly. Somehow I got the feeling that she was waiting for me to start the conversation. Perhaps this fantasy 3-way was just a passing impulse? She didn’t give the impression she regretted anything. If possible, she seemed even more loving than before. She lost no opportunity to touch and kiss me. It felt as if she were trying to reassure me that things were still good between us. Leah s respect for me had grown, so had her devotion. Rachel, too, seemed to go out of her way to be affectionate, touching and kissing me quite openly, whether when Leah was around or when we were alone. On the following Friday evening we were lounging in the living room wondering what to do. Don’t you want to go out? I asked Rachel. It’s Friday. I’d rather stay in and drink wine with you guys, she said. If that’s okay with you. Of course, smiled Leah. She got up. I’ll open a bottle. Later the three of us were cozily snuggled together on the sofa, the second bottle half empty on the coffee table in front of us. The unwritten rule was clear. I always sat between them. This is the kind of Friday I like, murmured Rachel, resting her head on my shoulder. Me too, said Leah, giving me a kiss. What about you, darling? How do you like having two beautiful women all to yourself? Oh, I like it, I said carefully. After what you did for us last weekend, she continued. This is it, I thought. This is the conversation I’d been dreading. We thought we should do something for you. My mind went into overdrive. No recriminations? No regrets? No change of heart? Don’t look so worried, Rachel put in. We’re not going to rape you. Leah laughed. Not unless you want us to. She put her hand on my thigh and gave me another kiss. I could taste wine. I felt her hand move to my cock. Instantly it started to grow. That’s what I like, she smiled. A cock that responds to me. That’s what I like too, said Rachel, her eyes fixed on her sister’s hand. Touch it, invited Leah. You won’t mind, will you, Jake darling?’ Not at all, I said, not daring to disagree with anything being suggested. I love to feel it growing hard under his jeans, Leah said to her sister. Rachel put a tentative hand on my thigh. Leah took it and placed it where her own had been. Can you feel it? she asked. Oh yes, murmured Rachel. It feels really hard already. That’s because he’s turned on. Aren’t you, darling?’ Hmm, I agreed. She started to move her sister’s hand up and down my erection. Stroke it, she urged. He loves to have his cock stroked through his jeans. Rachel started to stroke my cock. Leah let go of her hand and rested it on my abdomen. Don’t tense up, darling, she smiled. Just relax and enjoy it. If you insist, I said. It’s difficult relaxing when a beautiful woman is stroking your cock, but I tried. Rachel pressed a little harder and after a while tried to wrap her fingers around my shaft. I can’t grip it properly, she complained. In that case, grinned Leah, you’d better take it out. It could probably do with an airing. She gave me a long kiss while Rachel fiddled with my belt buckle and zip. I felt the release as my cock was freed from the restraint of my jeans, then Rachel’s hand finding its way into the gap of my boxers. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingertips touched the flesh of my cock, then her fingers were firmly wrapped around it and she was pulling it out into the open air. Leah ended our kiss and looked down at my lap, where my cock was standing in her sister’s firm grip. Is that better, darling? she asked me. Oh yes, I murmured. Rachel looked at her sister. Show me what you do, she said. I want to learn to masturbate him as well as you do. Okay, said my wife. She took my cock in her hand and, barely touching, stroked it slowly up and down. First you start really gently. And vary where you touch it, she added. Like this. For a while she concentrated on the shaft, gently stretching my skin as her hand went to the base of my cock, then releasing it as her hand travelled up again. She gently rubbed her fingertips over my crown and under the prepuce. He particularly loves the crown being played with, don’t you, Jacob?’ Oh yes, I murmured. Now you do it, urged Leah. Rachel took my cock in her hand and Leah and I watched as she slowly played with it. She seemed fascinated by what she was doing, experimenting with stretching my foreskin, then playing her fingertips over my crown and gently opening and closing the slit. It feels lovely, she murmured, all hard and silky at the same time. Leah gave me a long kiss as I felt the delicious sensations of Rachel’s hand moving over my cock. Deep moans came from my throat. Leah smiled at me. Is she doing it right, Jacob?’ Oh yes, I murmured. You can grip it a bit harder now, Leah told her sister. Like this? Rachel’s hand gripped my cock more firmly and stroked me steadily from top to bottom and back again. I could feel the pleasure start to build. Do you want Rachel to make you come, Jacob, asked Leah, or do you want to rest for a while?’ What Rachel was doing felt great, but I knew it usually took quite a time for me to come just from a hand-job. I suspected they both had other things in mind. I’m in your hands, I smiled at them. Do whatever you want. Okay, said Leah. Let go for a bit, she told Rachel. Let it rest. I felt Rachel’s hand leave my cock as Leah planted another long kiss on my lips. Then she turned my face towards Rachel and I felt Rachel’s warm soft lips on my mouth. She moaned throatily as her tongue sought mine. For a while I was passed between them like a shared meal. How do you like Rachel? asked Leah. Is she a good kisser?’ It must be because you’re sisters, I grinned. I find it difficult to differentiate between you. Leah looked down at my cock, still standing hard and proud. Ah, look at it, all lonely down there. I think Big Jake wants to be kissed too. She bent her head and I felt her tongue on my crown. Then her lips closed round it. Oh fuck, I breathed. Rachel watched, her lips apart. Show me, Leah, she murmured. I want to learn how to suck his cock, too. Okay. My wife held my cock out for her sister to take. Sit here on the coffee table and take him into both of your hands, gently. First, lick it all over. Slowly. Rachel followed the instructions to the letter. I felt the exquisite sensations of her tongue sliding over the crown. Don’t take it in your mouth straightaway. Tease him. It drives him wild. Doesn’t it, Jacob? She smiled wickedly up at me. You should know, I said. For a time, Rachel licked my cock, lingering over the crown and occasionally putting the tip of her tongue in the slit. Lick under the crown, advised Leah. He loves that. I felt Rachel’s tongue under the rim of the crown, a really sensitive spot. It was exquisite. I heard myself moan in encouragement. Is she doing it right, Jacob? Leah asked me. Does it feel good?’ Oh yes, I murmured. Stand up, Jacob, she said. It’ll be easier for Rachel. I stood up and faced Rachel sitting on the low table in front of me, my cock at exactly the same level as her mouth. Leah eased my jeans and boxers down my legs and off my fee; then pulled my t-shirt over my head. Very nice, she said admiringly. Hot, agreed Rachel. The two women were still fully clothed, but it felt oddly arousing to be naked in front of them. Rachel leant forward and resumed her licking of my cock. You can put it in your mouth now, Leah told her, standing beside me caressing my stomach. I looked down and watched Rachel slide her mouth over my cock. Leah reached round and held the base. With her other hand she turned my face to hers and locked my mouth in a long passionate kiss. I felt Rachel’s mouth moving slowly up and down my shaft. I moaned deep in my throat. Leah’s tongue thrashed together with mine. When she released me, she murmured. I love holding your cock as you’re being sucked off, Jacob. It feels very hard. I love you holding it too, I smiled. She smiled back. You and Rachel look really hot together, with your cock in her mouth. I could barely think with the sensations running through my body, so I just said, I love you, darling. She kissed me. I love you too. I love watching you being sucked off by my lovely little sister. Rachel was leaning forward, eagerly taking almost the full length of my cock in her mouth, savoring it, then pulling back and swirling her tongue and lips around the crown. One hand slipped round to my ass and held me while the other gently cupped and caressed my balls. Then Rachel s fingers rubbed under my sack while her thumb swirled around my sphincter. It drove me nuts.  Leah continued to hold my cock at the base. I felt hands and lips everywhere. I was dying with the exquisite sensations. How do you like being sucked off by your sister-in-law while your wife watches? Leah asked, her eyes bright. I love it, I moaned. Are you close to coming?’ Soon, I murmured. Let it happen, she urged. I want to see you come inside her mouth. I had been wanting to do just that, but had been worried that Rachel might not have been prepared for it. But as soon as Leah spoke, Rachel thrust me deeper into her throat, as if wanting me to go ahead. I started to move my hips back and forth. My cock slid in and out of Rachel’s mouth. I could feel the back of her throat at the deepest point, then the play of her tongue as she let it slide almost out into the open. At the same time, Leah moved her hand in sync with my movements, inasmuch as she could with most of my cock in Rachel’s mouth. The two movements of hand and mouth were doing wonderful things to my cock. If they continued I knew I would soon be coming. That feels so good, I moaned. Rachel took me even deeper into her mouth and Leah locked my lips in another long kiss. Enjoying yourself, Jacob? She breathed when she released my mouth. You know I am. I love to see you having pleasure, she murmured. I love you more than anything. I love you too, I said, half-insensible with exquisite sensations. She gave me a quick kiss, then moved to sit on the low table beside Rachel. I want to watch you come, she said, her eyes gleaming. She put an arm round her sister’s shoulders and the other around my middle. I felt her hand on my ass cheek, gently pushing me forward, encouraging me to put my cock further into Rachel’s mouth. The sight of her excited face next to her sister eagerly sucking my cock was enough to tip me over the edge. I felt my orgasm building. I’m coming, I warned them. Go on, urged my wife. Come in Rach’s mouth. Let it happen. I felt the first load climb into my cock and empty itself into Rachel’s eager mouth. I half expected her to pull back, but instead she took a quick deep nostril breath and thrust my cock even deeper. Leah moved her hand from her sister’s shoulder to under her jaw. I could feel it caressing the end of my cock through the skin of Rachel’s face. I blasted again. Keep coming, Jacob, urged Leah. Swallow his come, Rachel, she told her sister. He loves it when I swallow. Rachel kept my cock in her mouth when I jerked a third time. I could feel her tongue exploring my slit and around the crown. I thought I might explode from sensations that were almost too exquisite to bear. I came again and again into her warm mouth. With the encouragement of Leah’s hand, Rachel swallowed it all, keeping my cock deep in her mouth the whole time. Even as my cock began to soften, she still held it between her lips, though allowed more of it to come out. Gently she caressed it with her tongue, swallowing hard, to extract the last bits of jizz. Oh fuck, that’s so good, I murmured. Leah stood up and put her arms around me. Happy, darling?’ I’ll tell you, I said with a smile, when I’ve worked out where I am. Do you like coming in Rach’s mouth?’ Oh yes,’ I emphasized No regrets?’ Leah pressed. No. I was too satisfied and too exhausted to think of anything much. I don’t have any regrets either. Leah assured me. That’s a relief, I said, kissing her. I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t been here. It was such a turn-on having you beside me. You liked it too, didn’t you?’ I pleaded. She kissed me long and hard. Of course I did. You know I love watching you come. I just love giving you pleasure and I knew you’d enjoy Rachel sucking you off. She smiled down at Rachel, who was slowly releasing my softening cock from her mouth, then nudged me gently. You should kiss her, Jacob, and say thank you. I sank down on the sofa and took Rachel’s beautiful face in my hands. Thank you. That was amazing. Did I do it right? she asked. Did it feel good?’ For answer I kissed her sweet lips. I caught the faint taste of my salty jizz. Of course you did it right. You could raise a man from the dead. Did you like it when I swallowed your come?’ Rachel was beaming. Of course. How did you like the taste?’ She made a face. I don’t know. It all happened so quickly, I didn’t have time to think about it. She smiled. I loved the feeling of your cock when you were coming though. It jerked all over the place, like you were having spasms or something. I like that too, said Leah, sitting beside me. He felt entranced & helpless, didn’t he? It’s a real turn-on knowing you’re doing that to him. They both laughed and nudged me playfully. Torturers, I said. I’m nothing but your plaything. Rachel gave me a long kiss. Play, she laughed. Just what I like. Leah turned my face to her and gave me a longer kiss, pushing me way back on the sofa. I was naked and half sitting, half lying between my two beautiful women. I was exhausted but happy. My cock lay limply against my thigh. Leah regarded it with amusement. It looks like the batteries are flat. When we had finished the second bottle of wine I felt a bit more lively. I offered to do to the girls what Rachel had done for me. You can’t go to bed without orgasms. Leah shook her head. Save your strength. You’re going to be busy this weekend. She winked at Rachel and they both burst into laughter. But you can watch us masturbate if you like. That sounded a treat. Okay, if you’re sure. I said in a puzzled tone. She pointed to the chair opposite the sofa. Sit over there, then y

 Jacobs Bed: Part 1

JAKES SISTER-IN-LAW MOVES IN. In 2 parts, based on the work of Bobbi R [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=228885&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/JacobsBed1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://64.media.tumblr.com/8d92f7521f6344d4c73cc59e2acb4d7a/c88ac612c833f1a0-bd/s640x960/cdd2856451a0a3d8c5203087d5718534e919c0c8.jpg] My wife is a wonderful woman. We married when I was thirty-six and she was thirty-five. We’d both been through first marriages that had gone sour and I knew almost from the moment I met her that this one was going to be for the rest my life. My first marriage had been a disaster: I wanted kids but she didn’t; I was a romantic, she was more hard-headed; yet she was the one who went into fits of jealousy every time I so much as talked to another woman. The sex wasn’t that great either. It couldn’t last and we divorced after only five years. Leah, on the other hand, was everything any man could want. But I won’t go into details. There’s nothing more boring than listening to a man listing his wife’s virtues. Let’s just say we laughed a lot. Oh, and the sex was amazing. Even after we’d been married a couple of years, we were still at it like rabbits, fucking at every opportunity. Even at the cinema, we’d be unable to keep our hands to ourselves. Halfway through the previews, I’d feel Leah’s hand drifting to my crotch and I’d slip my hand beneath her coat and try to get under her skirt without being seen. If our row was empty we’d sometimes manage to bring each other off. Even then, we’d rush home and dive into our bed to fuck for a couple of hours. She could keep me hard even after I’d come and she seemed to be permanently on heat. For those first couple of years we were pretty inventive too. Leah wanted to try out all the positions in the book; and a few that weren’t. Sometimes we’d end up giggling like a couple of schoolkids, but then lust would take over and soon we’d be fucking like crazy again. Eventually, though, that phase passed and we settled into just doing what we liked instead of trying to rewrite the Kama Sutra every day. Leah particularly liked me to take her from behind, which always guaranteed an orgasm for her. That position was pretty good for me too, especially when she wanted me to fuck her in the ass, which she did on occasion. I never pushed her, but she knew I liked it. We never settled into a routine, but we certainly slowed down a bit. We both wanted to have kids, but we agreed we’d enjoy two or three years on our own first. It didn’t quite work out that way, though, because after only a couple of years, her sister Rachel moved in. Rachel was 22 and had just finished college. She was a lot younger than Leah, almost a mistake by their parents, who hadn’t really planned on extending their family in their 40s. But when she arrived they were delighted, with the result she was spoilt rotten. It was amazing she turned out as level-headed as she did. Perhaps it was because she had such a good role model in her older sister, who she regarded almost as a third parent. Especially for the past 10 years, Leah was someone Rachel shared all her secrets with. Especially for the dating and romance advice. Rachel asked Leah all kinds of questions, and soon the two knew everything about each other. Rachel s college years ended with a crushing breakup. She d given herself completely to a 3rd guy, who ended up dumping her right after commencement, then flew off to take an internship in Dubai. Leah and I helped her move into our spare room and pretty soon we got used to having her around. She got a job at a local coffee shop and contributed what she could to the housekeeping. Leah and I had good jobs, so we didn’t push her. She had her own circle of friends; no permanent boyfriend though; and divided her time between them and us, even though we were both nearly forty by then. She didn’t seem to mind going out with us; she liked the same sort of films we did and enjoyed going out for meals, so long as we paid. What I’m trying to say is that we liked having her around. It was fun having a young person in the house. For one thing, it didn’t make us feel so old. I know what you’re thinking, though. Didn’t it cramp our sex life? The short answer is no. We carried on pretty much as before. Okay, we were a bit more careful when and where we fucked. We made sure we knew Rachel was going to be out for at least an hour before we fucked on the kitchen table, but we certainly didn’t wait for her to be out of the house every time we wanted sex. If she was in her room and we fancied getting it on in front of the TV, we just closed the door. Rachel knew what we were doing, but she was polite enough not to burst in on us. We didn’t kid ourselves she didn’t know when we were fucking. Leah made enough noise; Rachel would have had to be deaf not to hear her. It wasn’t like it was discussed either; well, not at first. We didn’t ask her permission, like, Rachel, we’re just going for a fuck. Is that okay with you? She was mature enough to know that two people in love have sex. She was no virgin, which we knew because she’d told Leah. Between the two girls her sex life wasn’t a secret. Sometimes I’d come into a room and they’d be giggling over something together. Often the object of their mirth would be some poor guy Rachel had been to bed with. I swear he thought foreplay was something to do with golf, Rachel said once. Leah said, Poor you, and they both laughed. You two must have amazing sex, said Rachel, glancing at me. Why do you say that? asked Leah. Come on, laughed her sister. I can hear you all over the house. Sorry, I said. We’ll try and turn down the volume. Rachel wouldn’t have that. Don’t on my account. It’s great knowing you’re still fucking. I feel quite jealous. That night when we were in our huge high-framed canopy bed, Leah wanted to fuck face-to-face. I want to watch your face when you’re inside me, she said. Okay, I said. I love watching Leah s ass twerk as she rides my cock. Our solid wood-frame canopy has inlaid mirrors, which sort of let us watch a porno of each other, while we fuck each other. After she played with my cock for a while, and her cunt was slipping down onto my turgid shaft, we lay face to face and she looked me in the eye. Well? I smiled. What do you see?’ A guy who’s got his cock just where he wants it to be, she laughed. Right, I agreed. Does it feel good? she asked. You bet. I grinned. What do you see? Leah asked as she saw my gaze diverted to the mirrored canopy. An awesome sexy ass twerking on my cock! So what are you thinking about? she smiled. Isn’t it obvious?’ I said. Tell me anyway. She insisted You, of course, I said, and the feeling of your cunt round my cock. Liar. You’re thinking of Rachel. It was such a preposterous idea, I actually laughed. That is so untrue, it doesn’t even deserve an answer. She smiled a superior kind of smile. I can see it in your eyes. What, you can see little pictures of her in my eyeballs?’ Almost. She laughed. Don’t be scared of admitting it. I’d be surprised if you weren’t thinking of her. She’s beautiful. She gave my cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles and a jolt of pleasure ran through me.   I can’t think of anything when you do that. I chuckled. Don’t change the subject, she said. I just want you to tell me the truth. Go on, admit you find her attractive. Okay, she’s attractive, I agreed. But that doesn’t mean I’m thinking of her when I’m fucking you. No, but you are, she insisted. You’re thinking of her firm young tits and imagining what her cunt feels like. Even though she was smiling, I still thought it better to keep denying it. Jealousy had been one of the reasons my first marriage had broken up and I wasn’t about to let the same thing happen with us. I am not, I said, as simply and straightforwardly as I could. The trouble is, she was almost right. True, I hadn’t been thinking of Rachel when we’d first started fucking, but after Leah had brought her into the conversation, I couldn’t get the sight of her out of my head. She’s got a fantastic figure, hasn’t she? She was teasing, I knew, and finding my discomfort highly amusing. I said nothing. But the thought ran through my head that she must have guessed something about what I was thinking from the fact my cock was still as hard as a rock. You sure seem to want me to start fantasizing about Rachel, don t you? Don’t look so worried, darling, she said, taking my face in her hands and giving me a long passionate kiss. I’m not saying you’d rather be fucking her instead of me. I know you love me and love fucking me. But I’ve seen how you look at her and I know you fancy her. I started to protest but she stopped me with another kiss. No, don’t deny it. You know I hate people lying. I mean it when I say I don’t mind. I really don’t. I know you find me beautiful too. I do, I said quickly. You know I do. For good measure I accompanied my words with a couple of slow thrusts of my cock. Oh, that feels lovely, darling, she said, closing her eyes for a moment. But don’t make me come yet. I want us to fuck for a long time. Okay by me, I said. So it really is alright that you fancy Rachel. she repeated. I’m not jealous of her. She’s my sister and I love her. I feel; I don’t know; somehow proud of the fact I’ve got a sister who is beautiful and who my husband fancies. Does that make sense?’ If you say so, I said. So just admit you’re thinking of her, she smiled. I looked hard at her and she looked back at me, half serious, half amused. I could only see honesty reflected back at me. And then we can fuck? I asked. Then we can fuck, she said. And you really don’t mind if I fancy her?’ I really don’t mind. In fact, you’d quite like it if I did?’ I implored some more Yes, she said. I’d like it. Okay, I said. I fancy her. And you’re thinking of her, she insisted. Well, it’s a bit difficult not to be thinking of her, I laughed, after you insisted that we talked so much about her. But I don’t wish I was fucking her instead of you. I know, she said. Now you can fuck me. And you can think of her as much as you like, so long as you keep that cock good and hard and give me a good orgasm. So I fucked her for a long time. And after a while I turned her over and she went on her hands and knees and I fucked her from behind and I thought of my cock buried in her cunt and I thought of my cock buried in her sister’s cunt and somehow it made my thrusts more urgent or powerful or something and then Leah was moaning and crying out and coming and then I was coming into her warm delicious cunt and it was a really lovely loving fuck and we ended up hugging and saying how much we loved each other and kissing a lot until we fell asleep. The next morning I went down to the kitchen and found Rachel eating a piece of toast. She grinned at me. Hello, stud. Then she flung her arms round me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. What was that for? I asked, a bit stunned. I love you, brother-in-law, she said. Er, yeah?’ For making my sister so happy, she added by way of explanation. I’ve never seen her like this. She looks like the cat that got the cream; every minute of every day. You’re obviously a really special guy. I have close to 10 years of multiple failed relationships, and my sister won the love lottery. Thanks, I muttered, not really knowing how to reply. I try. I love being around you two. You make the world seem a better place. That’s a lot to live up to, I said. Could it be just that we love each other?’ It’s not just that. It’s that you’re so; into each other. The way you look at each other, it’s like you’re always wanting to fuck each other’s brains out. That obvious, huh? I said. I could feel myself blushing a bit. Don’t be embarrassed. I like it. It’s hot. Listening to Leah come last night I brought myself off twice. Oh dear, I said, blushing a bit deeper. I hope you didn’t hear what we were talking about. I didn’t have a glass pressed to the wall, she laughed, if that’s what you’re worried about. She looked at her watch and headed for the door. But don’t worry, she added with a mischievous grin, Leah tells me everything. Then she was gone. So did you tell her? I asked Leah a couple of nights later. Did I tell who what? she asked, looking up from where she was licking my cock. Did you tell Rachel what we were talking about the other night? You know, about her and you and me?’ Of course, she said, I tell her everything. Oh great, I said. So now she thinks I fancy her. Not more than you fancy me, I hope, she said, pretending to be cross. Of course not, I said quickly. But that’s bad enough. Don’t be silly, she said, giving my cock a long kiss. She was flattered. She said it was exciting to be fancied. I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at her again. Why not? It does wonders for her self-confidence knowing an older man thinks she’s hot. I never said she’s hot. Look, Jacob, she may act all mature and worldly-wise, but like all young girls, she worries about her looks, her personality, how she appears to other people, men especially. She’s still finding herself. And I think; and she agrees; that being around us; you especially; is giving her confidence, helping her to grow up and be herself. Like parents? I suggested, though I didn’t like the sound of that. No, not authority figures, she said. More like close friends. The closest friends you can imagine. People you trust absolutely. People you’d die for. People who are always there for you. That’s how she sees us. And that’s how I see her. And how I hope you do too. I try, I said. But you’ve been there her whole life. I’m pretty late on the scene. Don’t do yourself down, she said, playfully hitting me. She already worships you. How do you know? Because she’s told me. That night it was my turn to make some noise, as I cried out when I came in her mouth. I offered to eat her, but she said she wanted to make herself come for a change, so I just held her and kissed her while she masturbated. She looked lovely when she came. I tried not to think of how Rachel might look when she masturbated. Over the next few days and weeks I gradually got used to the idea of Rachel knowing that I fancied her. I got used to the knowing grins and winks from her; and from Leah; and the unexpected hugs and kisses. And if I expected any complaints from Leah that her sister was getting a bit too friendly, they never came. On the contrary she seemed to love how well we were all getting on. Often we’d all three end up in a kind of group hug, laughing like drains and swearing how much we loved each other. By this time Rachel had a sort-of boyfriend, though they didn’t seem to behave much like a couple. They always went out in a crowd and he never came round to the house. Then one day I came home from work to find Leah and Rachel sitting on the sofa, Rachel in tears and in her sister’s arms. The boyfriend broke up with her, said Leah. Idiot, I said. Obviously he has no taste in women. Thank you, sniffed Rachel. Make us a pot of tea, please, Jacob, said Leah. So we sat and drank tea and gradually Rachel stopped crying. Then I suggested we all go down the local pub and have a couple of beers. And we can criticize all the useless men we’ve known, said Leah. And I’ll praise the two wonderful women, I said. Which was a bit cheesy, but it made them laugh, so that was alright. We got a bit drunk and Rachel had one or two wobbly moments, but mostly we just laughed a lot. At home Rachel hugged and kissed us both and announced she was going to bed. Try not to make too much noise, you two, she added with a sad smile. You’ll only make me jealous. For the next two or three weeks Rachel was a bit subdued around the house. She didn’t go out much and when we asked her why, she said, That lot bore me. They’re so immature. I’d rather be with you two. Though that was fine by me; what man wouldn’t like having two sexy women to come home to? it seemed to worry Leah a little. I think Rachel is missing something, she said one night when I was kissing her cunt. I looked up. Like what?’ Well, this for a start, she said. Well, I began, but couldn’t think of anything to say. You know she masturbates practically every night to make her go to sleep. Does she? The image of Rachel playing furiously with her cunt immediately put another inch on my cock. It’s not healthy. She needs a good fucking. Well, she’s beautiful and sexy, I said. Men must be queuing up. They probably are, she agreed. The problem is, since that idiot ditched her, she’s not interested. Can’t you persuade her not all men are like him?’ I’ve tried, she said with a smile. The trouble is the only example I can think of is you. That is a problem, I agreed, given I’m in love with you. I bent to her cunt and gently put my lips to her clit. Oh yes, she sighed. After a while she started moaning in the way she always did to tell me I was in the right spot. Her lips were swollen and slippery. She tasted delicious. Then she said, Maybe you should fuck her. At first I didn’t think I could have heard her right. After all, I had my head between her thighs. What?’ You know exactly what to do to make a woman feel good about herself, she said. Her face had the dreamy expression it wore when she knew she was going to come; maybe in a few minutes, maybe in half an hour, but definitely. Maybe you should fuck her. Leah smiled. No, I said firmly. Don’t even joke about it. Don’t talk, she said. Go back to what you were doing. Dutifully I returned to her cunt. After a minute she was softly moaning again. I tried to put her suggestion out of my mind. She was joking. She was just aroused from my sucking her clit. She was letting her cunt do the talking. She didn’t really mean it. Somehow the thought of me fucking her sister turned her on. Imagine how she’d feel if you were doing this to her, she murmured. She’d love you forever. Maybe she would, I thought, and maybe she wouldn’t. What’s certain is that I was married to Leah and I loved her and I wasn’t about to jeopardize that by fucking her sister. Even if it was at her suggestion. Of course, once the idea was in my head I couldn’t get it out. Even as I was sucking Leah to a thundering orgasm, I imagined it was Rachel’s young cunt I was sucking, even though I’d never seen it. The picture made me more energetic than usual. It must have had an effect on Leah, because she made enough noise to wake the dead. Afterwards, when we were falling asleep in each other’s arms, she murmured. That was amazing, Jacob. I wish Rachel could experienc