Model, Modelled

Where to start. My life has been a random series of ups, downs and everything in between. I suppose it is the same for everyone. I'm Cygnus. I know a stupid name. My parents, what would you call them? Bohemian, hippies, hedonists, who knows. They obviously thought it was a good idea. Everybody just calls me Cy. My childhood could best be described as unconventional. We lived in a commune. A random collection of individuals and dropouts from the rat race. The diet was entirely vegetarian, all grown by, what you could call, the residents. The population was at best fluid, people would come and go. Some would return others would not. None of the children went to regular school. We were taught by our parents or anyone with the appropriate knowledge.

I think I was lucky. When I was about twenty, a young man arrived. He was just passing through. He stayed for about six months, working on an art installation nearby. Unlike a lot of the others, who had named their children like me, or assumed strange names themselves, he was called David. Tall, dark and handsome. Three years older than me. He had been to art college and was starting to earn a living from his work. When he left, I went with him. I couldn't see myself growing vegetables and foraging for the rest of my life.

For the next couple of years, we moved from place to place. Anywhere with a studio for his work and somewhere to eat and sleep. A couple of his sculptures sold for impressive money. Probably more than my parents would ever see, in their lifetime. We found a three storey building, space for a drawing and painting studio, a large apartment and room for him to make castings and large sculptures.

His public work was almost exclusively abstract as these sold quickly and for what I thought were ridiculous sums. However, his first love, from his time at college, had been life study. I modelled for him. He drew, painted and sculpted me from all angles. Some he sold, others were more intimate and made for the two of us. He cast a bronze of my open vulva. It sits on a granite plinth beside our bed. By the time he had reached his early thirties, money had ceased to be an issue. He worked when he chose to.

Our private modelling sessions resulted in works, which would never reach the public gaze. He moulded, cast an sculpted individual sex toys for me. He would draw and paint me using them. The moment of my orgasm caught on camera, to incorporate into the finished work.

We had an unusual sex life, to say the least. I masturbated with the toys he made for me. We would have vaginal and anal intercourse but only with him behind me. It was as though he couldn't look at me, while we had sex. He would masturbate to the pictures and sculptures he made of me, rather than me in person. I knew no different. He was the first and only person to have sex with me. Why should I care. We had money, security and each other. Both of us were achieving sexual gratification, if a little unconventionally.

David's success allowed him to take on a couple of pupils, Claudine and Stefan. Recent graduates from a famous art school, a little over ten years younger than us. They helped with the work for public display, mould making and doing some of the casting. They made suggestions for new work and critiqued what David produced. The three of them worked well together and we became like a family. More like an actual family, than my biological one had been. I don't think that Claudine and Stefan were in a relationship. At least to start with. Working long hours together, often sleeping in the studio, changed things. We set up an apartment for them on the top floor, which had been a storage space.

Things were great, until I reached my late forties. David was hit and killed by a drink driver. I was bereft. Claudine and Stefan were fantastic, really supportive. I was now in charge of the studio. I'm not artistic but I wanted to preserve David's legacy. I told Claudine and Stefan to indulge themselves creating whatever art work they wanted to. They started clearing spaces for themselves. That was when things got a bit unusual. Claudine came to me one morning.

"This is a little awkward. We have been clearing some of the store rooms. I think what we found was packed away, when you created our apartment. Um, it all looks really personal, to put it mildly."

I had no idea whether David had continued to masturbate to my pictures or not. We still only had sex from behind, right up to the time of his death. Even now, I continued to use some of the dildos he had made for me. A lasting connection.

Stefan was stood by the open door, to one of the store rooms on the top floor. Myself and Claudine approached. Stacked against a wall, there I was having an orgasm, with two custom sex toys inserted.

"Is that the only one?" I asked.

"No. There are dozens of paintings, drawings and cast moulds." Claudine answered.

"Not much point denying it. Yes, that is me, about twenty years ago. No mistaking the likeness."

"Looks like you were having fun. What should we do with them? Lock it up and find another space?" She asked.

"I've not seen them in years. Let's see what's here and then I'll decide. You've seen me now. Not too bad looking, if I say so myself. Even if it is in a less than flattering position."

Stefan hadn't said anything and was probably more embarrassed than I was. He saw David as a big brother. Claudine had seen him more as a teacher and mentor.

The three of us carried out the paintings and set them against the wall of their apartment. The drawings and moulds covered most of the floor.

"Nice tits fanny and ass." She said.

"Thanks, I think."

I worked my way along all of the canvases. Looked over all of the drawings. I don't have the sort of mind, to extrapolate what a mould would look like when cast. Stefan, went through, pairing up the two halves. Explaining,

"These ones look like the dildos in the pictures. That one is your vagina. I suppose it is yours? That is a small, full body nude. Even you can work out, that is your bum."

"These all have a lot of memories tied up in them for you. Particularly at the moment." Claudine said.

"Yes, I can't part with any of it now. Maybe later. Yes, Stefan that is my fanny. I have the bronze cast in the bedroom. We'll take everything down to my place. It will give you the room you want. It will be a bit odd, seeing myself in the throws of orgasm, every time I turn round. But that is my problem, not yours."

We stacked up the paintings around my living room. The drawings piled up on the table.

"You can take the moulds down to the workshop. I don't need those."

"Can we cast some more?" Claudine asked.

"I don't see why not. I'll show you what you are looking at, so you get the right materials."

She followed me to the bedroom and I pulled open a large drawer. Good artist as always, she had a pad and pencil in the large front pocket of her smock. She made notes of what each looked like and what they were made of.

She headed back to Stefan, in the other room and they went back up to their place.

Over the next few days, I went through everything from the store. I remember the circumstances in which each was created. The poses, the artistic shaping of my pubic hair to complement the background or the dildos. For the first time in a while, I took some of them out of the drawer, to look at them. As the week went on. I went as far as buying some lubricant but hadn't committed to using any of them.

Stefan and Claudine started selling some of their own pieces, which were well received. Whether this was because of the association with David's studio or not, I don't know. I'm no art expert. I was glad they were doing well. I went to the studio to see how they were doing. Claudine was naked on a chaise longues. A dildos in her pussy and ass.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you would be packing up for the day."

"I suppose we should be sorry too. Your pose and your dildos."

"Nice tits, fanny and ass." I said.

Claudine laughed. She did look lovely. I beat a hasty retreat. I suppose a description would help. The spitting image of the Pre Raphaelite model, Lizzie Siddall. Long wavy copper coloured hair, green eyes, almost translucent skin, pale nipples on small mounds and a neatly trimmed ginger triangle of pubic hair. Her body looked like mine had, at her age, perhaps better. My hair is always cut short. A rebellion, against all of the long hair I saw growing up. Carpet and curtains matching, dark. Although, all now streaked with grey. I'm still in good shape but certainly more rounded than Claudine.

Fifteen minutes later she appeared. Her usual paint stained trousers and smock back on. She apologised again for mimicking me.

"I don't mind. In a way, it's flattering. I gave you the moulds, to do what you wanted with them. I suppose I should have guessed."

"Stefan wanted to replicate one of David's paintings, with twist."

"What did you think of them?"

"It's an interesting feeling. We only had the normal sex store things until we cast these. Good job that anal one is softer than the other one."

"I tried the other one in my ass. Hard and uncomfortable. I wouldn't recommend it. Too concerned about hurting myself to orgasm."

"Cy, can I ask you something?"

"Why not."

"There are all of the dildos. Most of the pictures show you masturbating and having orgasms. Even the drawings, seem to show you in stages of arousal. Did you ever have sex?"

I told her about the doing it from behind thing and masturbating to my pictures, not me. Also that I had only ever been with him.

"Wow. It's as though he saw the real you and the model you, as two separate people. I would miss the face to face intimacy."

"We had that. Just not when we had sex. I have considered the split personality as a possibility. With you saying it too, the likelihood of that being the case, seems to have increased. Anyway, I'm really sorry for intruding. We did what you did but it was always just the two of us. Until recently nobody else had seen any of it."

"Did David paint from life, sketches or photos for those?"

"Most of it was from life. The orgasm faces were from photos, added later. It's hard to masturbate for hours, then to cum, just when he wants."

She snorted a laugh, almost choking.

"Stefan was just taking pictures, to work from later."

"Orgasm too? You look a bit red in the face."

"Got to be true to the original work. It's an homage."

"If you are going to copy the lot, over the next few weeks, you'll be worn out. It took us years."

She grinned and strode off, upstairs.

The two of them were either in the studio or workshop almost constantly for weeks. I think they hardly slept. Striking while the iron was hot, with the the artistic inspiration. I would occasionally see one or other of them carrying a tray of food and drink from their apartment, down to the ground floor. On Friday evening, I'd not seen them all day, so I phoned up and ordered several Chinese dishes and plenty of special fried rice, for delivery. I took two bottles of wine down, timed for the arrival of the food. The bottles held by my left forearm, I took the bag of food in the right hand and leant back against the swing door, in to the studio.

I almost dropped the wine. On the chaise, where I'd stumbled on Claudine, Stefan. He was, as she had been, in one of my poses. On his knees, his right knee ahead of his left. One hand on the couch, his left on the back of his head. A dildo sticking out from between his buttocks. Parallel with his abdomen an erect, circumcised penis. Not massive but big enough. Claudine was giving him a wank with her right hand, camera on his face with her left. He ejaculated and she got several shots of his expression. He is just below average height, strong and wiry rather than muscular. A mop of dark brown hair and brown eyes. I only got a quick look but he looked to have shaved off his pubic hair.

"Sorry. I couldn't stop. I needed to finish this." She said.

"I expect he needed you to finish it too. Sorry for barging in, yet again. I have food and drink. Back in a minute. No tits, no fanny, nice cock and ass though."

Claudine burst out laughing, Stefan just looked embarrassed. I bounded upstairs, returning with bowls, forks, spoons, glasses and a corkscrew. I presumed Claudine had removed the dildo. She was unpacking the food trays onto the work bench. Stefan had put on a baggy pair of trousers and a sweatshirt. He took the corkscrew and opened the wine.

"I think I need this." He said.

As we ate, they explained that they were continuing their homage to David's work, with both taking the part of model.

"We're working on another project we want to complete. That's why we have been down here so much lately." Claudine said.

"Anything interesting?"

"It is something David started. We wanted to finish it. You may not be too happy about it."

"That sounds intriguing. I'm a grown up. I think I can take it."

"We'll show you when we have finished eating. You may need another drink too."

After finishing the Chinese, Stefan poured out more wine. He went to his laptop and turned on the projector, aimed at a large portion of the white painted wall. Coming into focus, me walking about our living space, kitchen, bedroom and even taking a pee. Then a slideshow of images. David having sex with me. His cock just behind me, touching my pussy and ass, also inserted. Slightly shocking, the aftermath. My anus and pussy both open and leaking his cum. Stefan saw the look on my face.

"David wanted to do a new series of whole body nudes. The slideshow was to be the extension of the model and cast you have in your bedroom. He set up cameras all over your apartment, so that you would act naturally, rather than pose, as you had before."

"Are they still there?"

"No idea. He transferred the files to me, that he wanted to use. The footage got downloaded to a hard drive. I can check if you want?"

"Please."

He wandered off upstairs to our apartment and David's office. I always stayed out of there, letting him work. He returned with a small black box and plugged it in.

"It looks like it. There are files dated today."

He scrolled back and there I was collecting the bowls and glasses.

"Can you work out where they all are, so that we can remove them?"

"Should be able to." He said.

The three of us went to the apartment with his laptop. Looking at the angles we started finding and removing the tiny cameras. Living space, kitchen, bathroom, done. We moved to the bedroom. Claudine coughed.

"Can we leave these? I like watching your masturbate. You don't do it so much at the moment but your orgasms look just like those paintings. We saw the video long before the paintings but he captured you really well."

"Fuck. I've come to understand that David's ideas of sex, were a little odd. How long have you been watching?"

"A while. We both enjoy watching you. The slideshow pictures are just stills for the modelling process, there are video clips for them. Better than any porn on the internet."

"I suppose so. Quid pro quo. Set up some of those cameras we removed in your bedroom."

"You won't see much until we finish the homage photos. We haven't had sex in a couple of weeks. She's wanked me off three times today. We should be done with the project by the end of the week. So fair enough."

Well, that was an eye opening evening. I can understand the nude statues being better, based on natural form rather than posing. I wonder why he didn't tell me about the sex scenes. There never was much variety. He only had oral sex with me, with him sitting on top, not looking up at me, from between my legs. Intercourse only consisted of three options. Him sitting on a chair while I sat on his lap. Me laying face down on the bed, while he did my pussy or ass, laying on top of me. I loved the feeling of this. Or, classic doggy style in either hole. Unlike Stefan, I never knew him to insert anything into his own ass.

"We should be finished with the photo shoots the by the day after tomorrow. We have only picked the poses we like the most. There will be enough, when the paintings are done, to line the walls of our bedroom and living room. It will probably take a while to get the canvases done. We have to fit them in around our other sculptures." Claudine said.

"Don't get stressed. There is enough money in the business, so that none of us need work again."

"We can't accept that. Most of it is from David's work."

"Of course you can. What am I going to do with it. I've got nobody else to leave it to. Pack in the commercial stuff. Work on the paintings if that is your main focus. In the long term, the collectors of David's work are going to be surprised, when my gaping asshole comes onto the market."

She burst out laughing.

"It will probably go for a fortune." She said, as she headed down the stairs.

Stefan set up the camera arrangement. Their footage routed to my laptop, mine to his. Would they watch back the footage? They were still working hard on the pictures, so I only saw them once, in the bedroom. The sight was great but lacked something, without sound. I suppose David wasn't interested in it as porn, just the imagery. I on the other hand had the opposite perspective.

Stefan was away, talking to galleries and dealers about some of the bronzes from David's final project. I met with Claudine.

"Back at it with the dildos, we watched you cum."

"Pity there is no sound. Scanning your footage, you have only had sex once. It looked great but I miss the sound."

"I'll see what Stefan can do."

When Stefan returned, everyone had been non committal. A bit out there compared to the work David had produced before. They invited me up to dinner, in return for the Chinese and to celebrate the completion of phase one of the pictures. It was a bit unusual eating dinner, surrounded by images of my hosts, in numerous naked and hardcore poses. Not much different to the mosaics you can see in some Roman villas. When we had finished eating, we took our wine glasses to the enormous, leather corner unit. It would probably have seated eight without any problem. Claudine said they had a present for me. She went to the store room we had cleared. When she came back she was carrying something heavy. A large oak plinth. On top, David's upper thighs and groin. The tip of his cock, about half an inch into my pussy, my clitoris, labia, pubic hair and anus, all modelled in perfect detail.

"We love these. This is the first one we have cast in bronze. If like you say, the money isn't an issue, I think we should keep this and the rest here." She said.

"How interested are you in keeping the footage from the cameras, in the long term?" Stefan asked.

"Not really. It's a bit of a pain having to scroll through to find anything and there is no sound."

"We have a suggestion but we don't know how you will react. You have seen both of us naked and with dildos inserted. We have watched your videos and seen all of the pictures David made. There doesn't seem to be much point in doing things at a distance. How would you be, watching in real time? It might be a bit strange because of the different relationships we had with David."

"I'll think about it. If you have been watching your computer, you have probably seen, that I've started masturbating more regularly, than I have for a while. Does it mean, you are going to be having more sex?"

"You bet. The dildos are good to a point and the studio situation gives it an extra something but you don't get the intimacy, it's been a bit clinical." Claudine said.

Back in my own space, I began thinking. Until I had seen Claudine double penetrated, mirroring my pose, I had never considered them as sexual beings. They were always civil. I never saw any signs of affection between them. No holding hands, hugging or kissing, at least when I was around. The building where we live and they work, was an old factory. The floors are about a foot thick, reinforced concreted, made to hold machinery. Therefore, sound doesn't travel. So, I had never heard them having sex and presume, the same was true for them. I didn't feel maternal towards them. The age gap was too small. Although, I did feel some responsibility, for looking after them. Our relationship felt like older and younger siblings. Not that I had any. At least I didn't think I had but with my parents who knew. I didn't even know where they were. No phone number and letters returned to sender. I actually had enough money to support them.

Not long afterwards, I was invited to see their bedroom art work. The poses completed the set replicating the ones David had painted. There was one exception. Above the headboard of the bed, something not possible in reality. Claudine was being triple penetrated, only to a shallow extent. Just under half of each knob was visible. In each case, this belonged to Stefan.

Back in the living room, Stefan told me that it was a compilation of more than half a dozen pictures, to get the right composition. Whatever the reason or the process, it looked impressive. It had got me thinking and inadvertently, I had begun wriggling in my seat.

"I recognise those signs. Ready to watch yet?" Claudine said.

"Mm."

The two of them stood and headed to the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. I stood and followed. They were soon naked. Claudine's bum looked fantastic. The first time I had got a proper view of it. I also gave Stefan an inspection. I'd seen him with the dildo in his ass but a 45 degree side view. His cock was impressive. Slightly longer and thicker than David's with a slight curve to the left. Looking at them had meant that I was slower to undress than them.

They stood kissing, his erection, pressed to her stomach and his hands on her buttocks. Strangely, I wished those hands were mine. I had looked at women in the street, in a she looks nice sort of way. Never in an I'd like to touch her way. Claudine saw me staring,

"Lube and toys in the cupboard next to that sofa."

A small two seat leather Chesterfield sofa was facing the bed. Beside it a small cupboard. I pulled open the door. It was full of dildos, butt plugs and vibrators. At the front, two large bottles of lube. I picked one and moved to the sofa. The two of them had moved to the bed, Claudine on her back, her knees open, pussy facing me. Stefan put his right knee across her and she held his cock manoeuvring it into her mouth. He bent and ran his tongue, down her neat little labia. I turned on one of their toys, unlike standard vibrators, which buzz, this seemed to thump, slowly on the minimum setting. An interesting sensation against my vulva. Claudine had slowly taken more and more of Stefan's cock into her mouth. Almost all of it absorbed, from what I could see. For his part, Stefan seemed to think this was nothing unusual. I'd never had more than the glans of David's in my mouth.

Time to move things up. I applied a load of lube to a butt plug and my anus. A bit of a stretch to insert. I let out a long groan. Stefan looked up, taking in the sight. I returned the vibrator to the outside of my pussy. He resumed with his lips and tongue. I caught a quick glimpse of the small hard bean of Claudine's clitoris. She gurgled on his cock as an orgasm swept over her body. Stefan raised up, withdrawing his cock, leaving it hovering above her mouth. Threads of fluid, trailed across her face and lips. He placed his index and middle fingers either side of her clit and pulled back. Two or three flicks of his tongue and she came again.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!"

A minute or so passed. She got on her hands and knees, staring directly at my crotch. The toys were doing the trick. I reached my hand down. My pussy was really wet, my vagina open. Stefan got behind Claudine and began to fuck her. Based on how quick he went in and the strength of his thrusts her pussy, not her ass. A few minutes of this, on top of the blowjob he had received, was enough. He pulled out and shot a load of cum all over her back. Too much for me, my anus and vagina contracted. I dropped the vibrator.

"F f f f f f fuck."

Claudine was staring straight in to my throbbing pussy. Her face still showing signs of the streaks of pre cum in a web across her cheeks.

"Sorry, I got your sofa a bit wet."

"Don't worry. We've done it on there loads of times. It wipes clean. Looked like you needed that."

I reached down and slowly withdrew the plug. I knew from David's work, that my asshole gaped. She must now be looking straight into my rectum. Stefan was massaging his cum into the pale skin of her back. The three of us just took time watching each other. I could now see Stefan's cock, flaccid, in the gap between Claudine's thighs.

"Had enough of staring into my inner being?"

"Sorry. I guess I must look like that when I use toys or Stefan has been in my ass. I've never seen anyone do it, in the flesh."

"Neither have I. Can I ask? Stefan didn't face you. Did you do that for me?"

"You guessed. Another homage to David. Normally, we like to look at each other as we cum. Today, we both got to look at you instead. The pictures and video were good but seeing and hearing you orgasm was way better. We'll do it normally next time."

"Presumptuous aren't we. There is going to be a next time? You aren't wrong though. I enjoyed this. See you in the morning."

"Stay if you want to." She said.

"Another time."

I went back to my apartment. Claudine certainly seemed to want this to go further. Was that the same for Stefan? Did I? A lot of questions and no easy answers. None of us are related but it still didn't exactly feel like a comfortable situation, for me. I had concerns about the changing relationship, which could come out of this.

Stefan departed on his latest circuit of galleries and dealers. More hopeful now. While he was gone, Claudine cast two of the whole body nudes, based on David's instructions, regarding the video footage. Because most of David's work was abstract, his sculptures of me, looked slightly rough and ready. You could tell that it was me but a stylised version. Claudine worked in a more classical style. I was amazed. They looked stunning.

"If you want to put these on the market, I'm happy. You've made me look great."

"Thanks. It would be nice for the two of us to contribute something. These don't lie, your body is fantastic. David had a great eye."

"Do you have some time to talk?"

"Sure."

I asked about her relationship with Stefan and those before she came. Her history, not dissimilar to other's I'd read about. With my early years being restricted to the commune, not anything I'd heard about from anyone I knew personally. Experimentation, due to the freedom of being away from home, for the first time. Parties and relationships. Some brief others longer lasting. Over the three years of her course, three men and two women. The women, like her, testing the water but not willing to commit. She had met Stefan, a year above her. They had occasionally chatted in a a bar but that was it. No instant attraction. They didn't keep in touch after he graduated. They didn't meet again, until David's advertisement had reconnected them. Even so, their relationship had been purely professional, for months. Long hours and late nights in the studio and workshop, had brought them closer together. Eventually, the relationship became sexual and they both loved it.

I explained my unconventional upbringing and lack of experience until I met David. Even then, things weren't entirely what most people would consider a normal sexual relationship. Everyone has things that turn them on or put them off. I accepted that David always had sex from behind. It was natural to assume that the anal sex was part of that. I had heard the occasional mention of it in the commune, so it wasn't a surprise to me.

"What about you?"

"I'd never done it until I hooked up with Stefan. One of the women at college stuck a finger in my ass, when she was licking me out. That felt OK but that was as far as it went. One of Stefan's girlfriends had stuck a vibrator in him. He said the orgasm was incredible. I understand now, probably due to his prostate. Anyway, I decided to have a go and it felt alright. We both like it."

When Stefan returned he had some encouraging news. One of the galleries agreed to take the bronzes on consignment for a ten percent commission. We popped open a bottle of sparkling wine to celebrate. Claudine wanted to celebrate in her own way, in the bedroom. We resumed our relative positions in their room. She sat on his cock, facing his feet. He reached under the pillow and handed her some lube. She raised up and applied some, lowering asshole onto his cock.

"If you've never licked a pussy, now is your chance." She said.

Should I? I'd never done it before. Would I like it? Would I be any good at it? David wasn't great at oral, so I wasn't even sure what to do exactly. Added to that, Stefan's cock had just been inside her. What the hell, it looked enticing. Slightly open and the membrane between her anus and vagina bulging with Stefan's dick. I moved to the bed and pushed my tongue into her. Some downward pressure and Stefan groaned. Moving upwards I flicked against the small bean at the top of her opening. She sighed. I carried on my inexpert ministrations. I suppose if you lick and someone's clit long enough they will come. Was this too long? I suppose it didn't matter. Her slight wriggling had Stefan shooting his cum into her ass. She followed with a howl.

Stefan put his hands in her armpits and lifted her up, helping her off his softening cock. Cum dribbled out onto his abdomen.

"Not bad for a first go. My turn."

"Thanks for the offer. I'm happy to leave it there. For the moment I'm more happy watching."

She looked a little disappointed. I think, for me, that was getting too strange. I left them too it.

The nude castings Claudine had made, sold impressively. The more intimate ones stayed with us. A couple of different versions were produced. Claudine creating the moulds and Stefan doing the casting. They decided to restart their own work. Over the coming weeks a succession of life models appeared, until they settled on one.

Her name was Amy. Not what I would have expected. I would have thought, they would have opted for one of the others. She could best be described as, in the style of Rubens. Definitely not slender. Topped off with curly shoulder length blonde hair. Probably in her mid twenties. I would occasionally see her wandering naked around the building. Her small breasts bouncing, shaved pussy on view and her bum wobbling. From time to time she would head up to Claudine and Stefan's apartment. I was invited up for a formal, of should it have been informal introduction. When I got upstairs, the three of them were naked, drinking wine.

"Something I should know about?" I asked.

"Not really. We're not having sex, if that's what you mean. Well, not in the strictest terms, just masturbating." Stefan explained.

"Started without me?"

"No, Amy and Claudine, wanted a drink while we waited. We presumed you would want to join in."

He poured me a glass, as I assumed the same dress code they had. We finished our drinks and headed to the bedroom. Claudine, Stefan and myself sat at three corners of the bed. Amy on the other hand, in her corner was knelt, face down, her chunky bum facing us. I swapped my gaze between Stefan's cock and Amy, who had her hand back between her legs. She is certainly a big girl, in more ways than one. As she approached her orgasm, her vagina opened. None of the sex toys the three of us had, would fill the void.

"Yessss. Cum for me daddy."

Slightly disturbing but intriguing. It certainly did something for Stefan. His cum shooting up between his nipples. Claudine and myself followed shortly afterwards. Not the sort of introduction I had anticipated but interesting none the less.

A few days later, I went down to see Claudine in the studio. Stefan wasn't in. On the Chaise, Amy and a man. Claudine strutting round, snapping photos at a rapid rate. I stood back, leaving her to do her work. The man had short blonde hair, parted on one side and shining bright blue eyes. He looked toned and with a six pack. A bit incongruous, alongside Amy. I suppose I should have mentioned it to start with, the model had his cock in her mouth. I thought, OK about the same size as Stefan until Amy pulled back. The shaft kept coming and coming. It had to be twelve inches long.

"You don't get pussy." Amy said.

On the floor beside the chaise, some lubricant. I've said she was a big girl but she wasn't going to do that, was she? She was. Over a couple of minutes the whole of the monster was absorbed. He began thrusting back and forth. As she had done on Claudine's bed, she bent her head to the bed, hand between her legs, rubbing herself. It was evident they had done this before. With both nearing orgasm, he pulled out for Claudine to capture the spurts from his cock. Amy came too. Claudine having got the shots she wanted, walked over.

"Brother and sister." She said.

I said nothing. What could I say. She led me to the workshop.

"Those pictures aren't for the sculpture."

She showed me the back of the camera. It displayed several, standing and reclining nude poses with the two of them. His penis hanging down, a fair way towards his knee or resting on his thigh.

"I'm starting work on some nude groups. You still look stunned. They do that, it's there thing. I wasn't going to stop them. Watching that huge dick is great."

"Aren't you bothered about their relationship?"

"Why? If they aren't, why should I be."

There wasn't really much I could say about that. The first castings of the reclining pair looked good. Claudine was developing a following of her own, not reliant on any ties to David. I had no idea where the group sculptures were headed.

A couple of weeks later the theme was revealed. Stefan called me to the studio. Stood in the centre, four people. Alternating male and female. Their bums touching, faces looking out, a sort of square. Amy and her brother, who I found out is called Peter. The others, a couple in their forties or perhaps fifty. Were all four related? If I had to guess, I'd say yes. The man. slightly shorter than Peter, fit looking for his age. Penis of matching size, to Peter. The woman, slightly taller than Amy. Larger breasts, slightly saggy. Nipples large and slightly brown, compared to Amy's smaller pink ones. A rounded belly above a shaved pubic area. Clear for all to see, a prominent fold of flesh unlike Amy's hidden clit. Facially, at least, they looked similar. Although it wasn't easy focusing on that. Claudine was taking pictures from all angles, high, low and everything between. Including from the top of a step ladder, looking down.

The four of them were then directed to turn around. Four asses now facing out. The process was repeated. However, from what I could see, everyone had their hands on the cocks or vulvas either side of them. If they were all related, it can't have been easy, to find a family willing to do this. If Amy's comment during the masturbation was anything to go by, was this inter generational incest?

A couple of days later, the next modelling session was scheduled. Claudine told me that the series was called generations. The older couple were indeed Amy and Peter's parents, Neil and Martha. The final stage, Amy's maternal grandparents, Edna and Geoff. It looked as if the huge cocks ran down the male side of the family. Geoff, although the tallest of those present, looked to have a cock of average to Stefan's size. Handsome, grey haired with a mat of greying hair on his chest. Edna, shorter and plumper than the rest. Breasts large and hanging down, wrinkles on her bum. Clit hood, large like her daughter but longer hanging pussy lips. All six of them shaved clean for the occasion. They seemed to have no issue being naked, touching each other and talking about cocks, tits and pussies, when the three of us were clothed.

When the the photo shoot was over, Edna gave Peter's cock a squeeze.

"Is that thing getting bigger, young man?"

"Only when you suck it gran." Was his response.

They dressed and five of them headed off, who knows where and for what. Amy remained behind, to discuss the project with Claudine and Stefan. The four of us went up to my apartment and I made some coffee. Claudine was really happy with all of the photos. Her view was that when the bronzes were produced, nobody would know that the models were related. Just that they were three couples of differing ages.

"Amy, from your comments and how the six of you are together, am I right in thinking that you all have sex?" I asked.

"Yes. It's something that has been going on for generations, on mum's side of the family. I think dad and grandpa thought it was strange at first. From our point of view, when dad married into the family, the cock size increased a lot. Gran and mum love being doubled. Dad and Peter together is too much for me. I prefer grandpa in my ass."

"Aren't Geoff and Eric's families horrified? By almost any standard, what you do isn't normal."

"Grandpa's family don't talk about anything like this. We keep quiet about it, so we don't think they have any idea. Dad's parents are just as out there but in a different way. We think they might know what is going on but don't mention it. They have videos of themselves. Old VHS, of him wanking while she gets fucked by different blokes. It's an open secret. Everyone knows about it but don't talk about it."

There were always hints of things like this in the commune, amongst the adults. I don't think incest was ever a thing but I think everything else would have been likely. Did my parents get involved. I don't suppose I'd ever find out. Thinking about families, I was starting to feel the creeping hand of mortality. Nearing fifty, my parents would be close to seventy. Conventional means to find them had failed. I decided to hire someone, to see if I could reconnect. They were no longer where I grew up but it would be a starting point. I don't think they were the sort to settle down to suburban life, another commune? I set a private detective, an ex policeman, a month to see what he could find. If it was nothing, I would give up. Looking at it from their point of view, I had taken off with David, no plan, no forwarding address. I don't think they even knew his surname.

In the meantime, I was fascinated by Amy's family. They all visited, sometimes in pairs, sometimes on their own. Claudine wanted to get all of the details correct, for the next series of bronzes. One day when Edna arrived on her own, I wanted to know more. When she had finished in the studio, I invited her upstairs. I made a pot of tea, her preference. I asked her about the family history and if she knew when it started.

"No idea. At least as far back as my grandmother's generation."

She thought that, her family came from some sort of strange religious sect, a couple of generations before that. They had lived in a remote community, with few neighbours, so nobody ever questioned it. They had always married outsiders, which is how she now got serviced by two large cocks.

"Don't you, or your husbands think it strange?"

"For the women, it has been going on so long, it is just something that gets passed down. We have to be careful about who we marry. Engagements are long, so that we are sure, that the secret doesn't get out. None of the men get introduced to this, until we know for certain. There have been a few broken engagements over the years."

The six bronzes were, well received. Amy and Peter face to face, back to back, the same with their parents and grandparents. Amy continued to visit, well after the work was complete. I assumed that she, Stefan and Claudine were regularly having sex. Even if it was just the masturbation I had seen. That turned out to be the case. She had also asked Claudine for an intimate sculpture, in return for the family's time in the studio. Full on sex, was it seemed, restricted to the family and incoming spouses.

Two weeks into the month, searching for my parents, some progress. They had left the commune, not long after me. There were still some of the original occupants there. They said that their most likely destination, was a similar setup on an island, a couple of miles offshore. As far as the detective could tell, they had arrived and never left. However, he hadn't been able to confirm it, as visitors weren't made particularly welcome.

I resolved to go and visit myself. Would a family link give me access? The studio and building were in good hands. So I set off. A six hour drive and a trip on a supply boat. I had to wait a couple of days before, I was able to make the crossing. A bit rough on the way across but it looked nice. At least one sandy beach, hills and some woodland. We moored at the jetty and the supplies were unloaded. Someone approached me and asked me what I was doing there. I explained about my parents and asked if they had been there and if they still were. The answer was yes and they were on the other side of the island. The only option, a long walk. Not an easy route, through trees and up hills. It took nearly an hour. There were a few single storey buildings. With nobody about, I knocked on a door. I was pointed to a house two buildings along.

I knocked. Initially, there was no answer. I knocked again.

"Round the back."

I walked along the side of the building. A nice view from the garden, out over the sea. Sat in deck chairs, mum and dad. Casually dressed and looking considerably older. Mum now with straggly grey hair, dad now bald on top, with grey hair almost to his shoulders. I wondered at first if they would recognise me. What sort of reception would I get.

"Hey, Cy how's it going?" Mum said.

"That's it after thirty years?"

"What did you want us to say? You took off, you know the sort of lifestyle we have. In a way, we are as bad as each other. Where have you been?"

I told them about David, Stefan and Claudine and how well the studio was doing.

"Sorry to hear about David. He seemed nice. Regular threesomes now?"

"Dad! So what brought you here? Is this the only place you've been since I left?"

"We came here with Gilbert from the commune. He inherited the island from his family. There are about thirty of us here altogether. In his will, he left it to anyone who is left here. Nobody new is allowed to come here to live. We can't sell it but we can stay as long as we want to. It reverts to his nephew's family when the last of us leave or die."

"So how do you get by? I suppose you've never had jobs."

"We have carried on growing a lot of food. We exchange craft products for the goods that come on the boat. Low stress, low impact existence." Mum said.

"Planning to stay then?"

"Of course. On days when the boat doesn't come, everyone walks about naked. Plenty of nice things to look at." Said dad, with a big grin.

"Does he ever think of anything else?"

"Not much. I suppose you are staying. The next boat won't be here for four days. Come in, I'll sort out some space for you."

Inside, the single storey building, not much. A couple of small bedrooms, a kitchen bathroom an living room. In one corner a work table and sewing machine. It was more like a glorified beach hut than a house. Still, it was cosy enough. A single bed and a cupboard, good enough for a few days. I went to bed fairly early. I find travelling tiring. I slept like a log. In the morning, slipped on some sandals and a summer dress. It was going to be warm judging by the sun streaming through the window. Nice weather to spend a few days relaxing by the sea.

Opening the door into the living room, there was my mother's naked bum. I thought they were joking. She called out good morning, spinning round to give me the full view. Tits average like mine, a huge hairy bush above her pussy, shaved below.

"Come on Cy, we told you, no clothes when the boat isn't here."

"I thought you were joking."

"It is down to Gilbert. He was a bit of a perv. Well, a lot of a perv. The stipulation for being able to have a house and stay here, is being naked. At least from the first of April to until thirtieth of September. Rock hard nipples and shrivelled dicks, otherwise."

"God, you're as bad as dad."

I pulled off my dress and took it back to the bedroom.

"Nice haircut." She said, looking at my groin.

I had got used to shaping my pubic hair with David. Being naked around Claudine and Stefan, I had carried on. What with him being shaved and her neatly trimmed. Currently, in the shape of a diamond. I was working through the suits of a pack of cards.

"Not bad. No stretch marks. No family?"

"No. I don't think that was David's thing. I wasn't bothered particularly. I bit like you, not much of an environment to bring up a family."

"You didn't have a bad time, free to do what you wanted."

"Left to my own devices and run wild you mean. Where's dad? I suppose I'm in for a shock there too."

"Probably following on from Gilbert. Down at the beach would be my guess. The house up in the trees, belongs to a lesbian couple. If it's warm, they sunbathe on the beach. Sometimes they have sex in the dunes."

"Don't you or they mind?"

"Not at all. I think they get a kick from being watched. I know they invite one of the other women, to join them at their house. She's here on her own. Her husband left. He watches, not just them but all of the women. He knows all of their habits. Where they go for a walk, how they get off and who with. He always comes back to me. He gets turned on watching and I get a good fuck when he gets back."

"A bit too much detail there. I get the feeling a lot of this went on at the commune but back then it went over my head. I suppose this island is rife with it too."

She just smiled. She made coffee and said we should go and see some of her friends. What sort, was what sprung to mind, platonic or otherwise. A few doors down, I was introduced to Norma and George. They offered us tea and invited us to sit down. Probably in their late fifties, it was hard to look beyond their bulges and wrinkles as they sat. More difficult to avoid what is normally hidden. Both were sitting with their legs slightly apart. Norma hairy with prominent labia. George cock hardly visible because of the way he was sitting but big balls.

"Denise and Johnny treating you well?"

"Considering it is the first time I've seen them in decades, a bit of a shock."

"You'll get used to it, if you stay here long enough."

"She's only here until the next boat." Mum said.

It appeared that the day after the next boat, there was going to be a party. Thirty naked people and lots of alcohol. What could possibly go wrong? As mum showed me round the vegetable plots and animal paddocks, clearly not vegetarian anymore, she confirmed what I thought the party might be. I'm not sure how I was going to feel about seeing my dad naked. From what mum said, he would probably return with an erection and wanting sex. If I was staying, the likelihood was, I'd end up seeing them fucking with other people. I might even get roped into it. Not something I was prepared for.

We went back to get lunch ready. Still mostly vegetarian. Dad returned from his voyeur trip. Thankfully not erect. Still, not really something I had ever been prepared for. Even though Amy's family had opened my eyes somewhat. I guess working out in the garden and making things had kept him in shape. It looked as if his cock had recently been erect. For comparison, about the same as Stefan. Circumcised with a bead of fluid peeping out of the end.

"How were the lesbians? Pretty good, I should say."

"Denise giving away my secrets? Molly's tits great as every. Shiny butt plug day for both of them. A couple or orgasms each. Shirley really is loud. I'm surprised you didn't hear her form here."

"Who knew my dad was a voyeuristic pervert. Now, I know where I get it from. It's been almost my entire sex life, since I lost David."

"Thursday afternoon..... OK, if you want to? Norma goes visiting."

"That lady we met this morning?

"If you met George's wife, yes."

We finished lunch and he took me up into the hills. He had clearly worked out places to watch almost anything going. From where we were, you could look down into the garden. Two young men, well young ish walked out to greet Norma. Dad told me, that the two of them were just over thirty and had grown up on the island. They inherited the house from their parents and never left. She knelt down and began giving them a blowjob. Both cocks in her mouth at the same time. She lay on what looked to be a large day bed and the two of them took turns to fuck her. Over the space of about forty minutes, the guys appeared to have cum twice. Norma three or four times. I couldn't help myself. I started masturbating, even though my dad was next to me. I guess not an issue, he grunted and shot his load onto the ground. He turned to watch me reach orgasm.

"Just like your mum. She should have finished with George now."

"What. You dragged me out here, to get me out of the way?"

"No we do this most Thursdays. I like watching. She likes George's massive bollocks. His cock doesn't look much. Even erect, he's not long but Denise loves girth and I don't have it."

"This is fucked up. I just got off alongside my dad, while we watched an old woman and two young blokes. Meanwhile my mum is getting fucked by a bloke with big balls and a fat cock."

"You came to find us. This is how we are. You must have had some idea what you might find."

"I'd hoped nearing seventy, you might have settled down a bit."

"Life is short, enjoy it while you can. So we do. Tomorrow night we are at Norma and George's. I don't just watch."

"I think I'll give that a miss. Watching you two wife swapping, isn't on my agenda."

"Suit yourself."

Just drinks and dinner in the evening. I suppose both of them got their kicks during the day, thank god. Another quiet night. I decided to go for a walk around the island, in the morning. I tried to get my bearings from where I'd been yesterday. Thinking back to the boat trip in, I headed to where I thought the beach was. I could hear the waves breaking. I walked up the dunes and down the other side. As I'd been told, two women sunbathing, towels laid out.

"Hi. Don't tell me. Molly and Shirley. I'm Denise and Johnny's daughter, Cygnus. Everyone just calls me Cy."

"Your dad sent you to wank in his place. Sorry. Just joking." Molly said.

"Pretty hard to be shocked here. What I've learned about my parents, was bad enough. I'm guessing that is the tip of the iceberg."

"Possibly. It depends on what you were expecting. Probably nothing. We didn't know they had a daughter." Said Shirley.

I told them about growing up and getting away and feeling the need to reconnect. In hindsight, possibly not the best thing I've done. Everyone here seemed to know everyone else's business. They knew mum and dad would be out tonight. They invited me for a drink. No strings, no expectations, just a couple of drinks to pass the time. They told me where to find them. I said I'd see them later. Both of them were definitely eyeing up my pussy. It felt like my ass was getting the similar treatment. I wandered down and paddled along the beach, carrying my shoes. I'd not been in the sea since I was little. I probably needed to do it more often.

At the end of the beach, a path headed inland. I took it. No idea where it went. I passed an old couple out for a stroll and said hello. I didn't meet anyone else. Not that I minded. It was nice to be alone for a while, to gather my thoughts. I found my way back to mum and dad's place, more by luck than anything else. My sense of direction isn't the best. Mum was preparing lunch when I arrived. A quiche and some salad. At least the chickens provided a more varied diet, than the one I'd grown up with. Mum and dad took a nap in the afternoon. Heavy night ahead? We had a few sandwiches before they went out. I took a torch, presuming it would be dark, when I came back and followed the directions I had been given. They were quite isolated, unlike mum and dad, who had a few neighbours.

Shirley opened the door. Much the same as mum and dad's place. A warm evening. We sat outside on a patio. Molly poured wine, one of the things which came in by boat. They had been here almost as long as mum and dad. Not much older, if any, than me. They liked the solitude and the fact that they got left alone. Only one of the other women, is interested in them. She's bi, all the rest are straight.

"Now that Gilbert has gone, the only person other than Doreen, interested in us is Johnny. We give him a show. Half of the orgasms are fake but I don't suppose he cares or knows the difference. If it makes him happy, it's no bother to us. Most of the rest of them have slept with everyone else of the opposite sex, since we got here. We are about as monogamous as it gets here." Molly said.

"Shirley. Is it right that your orgasms are really loud? It seems to excite dad."

"Ha. She's as quiet as a church mouse. All of those are fake. Half the time the only way I know she's cum is she grips hold of me."

"Sorry for being nosey. I thought that might be it."

"Our turn. Ever been with a woman?" Shirley asked.

I told her about going down on Claudine but it didn't feel right. She and Stefan were friends and in a relationship, even if they wanted it, I couldn't go further. There was starting to be a slight chill in the air. They decided it was time to move indoors. In the lounge, they bent over to put their glasses on a low table. In the process I was afforded a view of a couple of metal butt plugs.

"Like the view? We wear them for your dad. Although there is a lot of sex here, not much of it is anal. Most of them have tried it. Not many like it." Molly said.

"Very nice. Do you wear them just for him or for yourselves as well?"

"We like it. As far as we have been able to find out, the only others are Denise and Johnny, Norma and George. They swap because Norma can't get George's girth in her bum."

"That conjures up an unpleasant image."

"What? because it means your mum does it. With your genes, I bet you have."

I had to admit it. I told them about David and the dildos. I said that I would send them some, when I got back. I was pretty glad I'd decided not to go to Norma and George's. Knowing your mum does anal with a fat cock, is one thing. Watching it would be something else. We carried on drinking and talking for hours. Like mum, they made their own clothes, not that they needed many. Others were sold on the mainland. They had set up their spare room, one half for dressmaking, the other for Shirley to make jewellery. They were working harder than mum and dad. The house was much more well appointed, than where I was staying.

It was getting late. I made to leave. The two of them advised against wandering around the island at night. Particularly if you aren't used to all of the paths. I began to smell a rat. However, they weren't pushing things. They offered me the sofa and a duvet.

"You know where we are if you need warming up." Molly said.

They gave me a toothbrush and let me use the bathroom, while they cleared the sofa and set out a pillow and duvet. They said good night and went to the bathroom and then to their room. The sofa was comfortable enough. I lay there thinking about what I'd seen and discovered, over the short time I'd been there. I really wasn't that different from mum and dad. I liked watching. I'd started off just accepting the anal, as part of being with David. Now I liked it, or I wouldn't have used it as part of my masturbation. Talking of which, I could hear Molly and Shirley.

They had invited me. So, I went to look. I stood at their doorway. Both bedside lights were on. Molly was between Shirley's legs, head buried in her pussy. As predicted she was cumming over and over again. Hardly a sound leaving her lips. I rubbed my pussy, looking at Molly's ass and pussy, pointing towards me. I could see what dad was attracted too. Lovely rounded buttocks. Shirley saw me looking and motioned to her partner. Molly turned to me,

"Just like your dad. He wants to fuck my ass. Not happening."

They assumed a position with Shirley underneath, Molly's pussy on her mouth. The enticing anus aimed at my view. I was getting wet. I moved closer, Molly's breath was rasping. I poked out my tongue, licking her asshole. My hand was getting me close. I pushed my tongue as far into her as I could. Both of us shuddered to an orgasm.

"Going to tell daddy you had my ass?"

"Probably. Just to see the look on his face."

"Want a go?"

"No, I'm good. Watching and wanking is more my thing. I have a bit of an anal thing, like mum and dad. I just couldn't resist it."

I headed off to the sofa. They carried on for about another half an hour. When it was light, I headed back to mum's place. Shirley and Molly were still asleep. Nobody was in. Still with the neighbours? They returned a couple of hours later.

"Sore ass Mum?"

"Been watching?"

"No. Seeing you with a fat cock in your bum. Ewww. Talking to Molly and Shirley. By the way dad, I stuck my tongue in Molly's ass, it was great."

At the end of my trip I packed up and dressed. Mum and dad walked to the quay with me. Waiting at the docking point, Molly and Shirley. Dressed, if you could call it that. Bikinis, that barely covered anything. A cameltoe evident on both of them. Dad's eyes were glued to their groins. Had he never been this close to them? I kissed all four of then and headed for home. I promised to visit again. Molly yelled out,

"Stay with us next time."

I actually thought I would. I reached home a couple of days later. Stefan and Claudine were really pleased to see me. They had news. The new series of castings, of Amy's family were selling incredibly well. At some point they may rival or out perform their mentor. Although Amy had stayed around for a while, she was back home. The two of them had been enjoying some alone time. I sent packages to mum, dad, Molly and Shirley, containing custom made dildos. In Molly and Shirley's box, the cast of my gaping ass. A label attached said, yes, this is mine, next time. I presumed that life on the island was a frugal affair, so I continued to send luxuries from time to time.

The company was in safe hands. Stefan and Claudine were almost making as much money as David had. They had a regular visitor, a really handsome young man. He was a model for them. However, it seemed to be more than that. I talked to Claudine. I was right. She showed me the pictures from the latest poses. Michaelangelo's David but with a large penis rather than the tiny thing in the original. Not only that, he was bisexual. She loved watching Stefan get anal and sucking Simon's cock. The three of them were having a fantastic time. I thought about joining them but mentally, the two of them were too close to my heart. I was beginning to feel the need for more than watching. A few months after I had returned, I headed back to the island. Although, I knew I would never be able to stay, because of the rules. I decided to visit as frequently as was practical.

When the boat arrived, I didn't recognise anyone on the jetty. It was getting close to the end of the naked season but still warm enough. So, not much to carry. I'd sent some cases of wine ahead. A note to Molly and Shirley telling them I was coming and to keep it secret. I did indeed plan to stay with them. I wanted to surprise mum and dad in particular. I arrived at their place and Molly opened the door, in a different but equally skimpy bikini, to the one I'd seen before. She said that Shirley was sunbathing. Giving dad as much of a thrill as she could on a clothed day. I put down my bag and opened the zip. I pulled out the cast of my vulva and placed it beside the one I'd sent before.

"Not strictly accurate anymore. I used to shape my pubic hair. I'm in need of a fresh start, so I shaved it off. Are mum and dad still in the dark?"

"Yes. We take it in turns to collect supplies for the boat. I primed them not to say anything."

Shirley returned, saying she'd told dad that there would be something special for him, the following day, as she walked back past his normal viewing position. The two of them made dinner and we drank some of the wine I'd sent. Apart from going down on Claudine, once and sticking my tongue in Molly's ass, I'd not had sex, since David died. That night I made up for it. The three of us licked, sucked, dildoed and vibrated each other to a standstill. I'd never had sex like it and and was doubtful, if I would again.

The following morning, the three of us headed to the beach, butt plugs inserted. We lay our towels on the sand and waited. I was careful to keep my face towards the sea. Shirley, laying on her front, facing inland flicked up her foot. The sign that he was in place. The three of us formed a triangle, mouth to pussy. Shirley came first, her vagina giving away the orgasm. Her false cry a bonus for the voyeur. The sounds from myself and Molly, loud and genuine. I picked up my towel draping it over my head. I walked up to the dunes and dropped the towel to my shoulders.

"Hi dad. Enjoy cumming, watching my ass? Like the new shaved pussy?"

I didn't wait for a reply. I walked up to say hello to mum. No point keeping my arrival secret anymore. I knocked and mum answered.

"Cy. We didn't know you were coming. You should have sent a message."

"I did, to Molly and Shirley. I'm staying with them."

"I think Johnny is off watching them."

"He was, having sex with me. Almost certain he jacked off, looking at my ass. Although, he didn't know it was me, until I walked past him."

"Going into full lesbian mode?"

"Not sure yet. I miss getting fucked. It's been a while since David passed. A bit of an itch to scratch but yes, probably in the long term."

I split my time between my two new friends and my parents. Stage two of my surprise, had been engineered on my instructions, by Molly and Norma. I, Molly and Shirley arrived out of sight, at Norma and George's. Norma headed off for her appointment with the two young men. Molly and Shirley settled down to watch. George must have thought it was all his Christmas's come together. Two hot lesbians masturbating, while he got to shove his girthy penis, into the daughter of the usual recipient. Jesus, everyone was right, he was fucking big. I've used some big dildos in my time. Even so, this was a stretch. Mum arrived, just in time to see him fucking me as I rubbed my clit. Molly seemed to be loving it. I heard her orgasm. George's huge balls slapped against me, as he shot an enormous amount of cum into me. The base of his cock seemed to be the widest part. It was almost painful. It was enough to drive,

"Fuck, aaaaah, shit."

From my lips as a huge orgasm flooded over me. Even Shirley was making some gentle noises. Had the two of them seen George in action, or just heard about it? I'd find out later. When he softened and pulled out. I turned to look at mum.

"Great as a one off. Not sure I could do that all the time. You've both watched me now."

I headed to the toilet. When I returned mum had gone. I walked back with Shirley and Molly, needing a drink. That night I lay in bed while they made love.

In the morning I walked over to see mum. Dad would be watching Molly and Shirley. I think she understood what I had done. They had invited me to join them with George and Norma, on my last visit. To watch George do to her, what he did to me yesterday. Not the sort of thing, family members should be doing.

"Did dad say anything, when he got back yesterday?"

"Only that your ass looked good with a butt plug and he loved your shaved pussy."

"Am I going to have to fight him off?"

"No but you will probably find him watching."

"Weird but it could be worse. Sorry if I deprived you of your time with George. I won't be doing that again, I can still feel it."

"It's OK, we're here all the time. Bloody marvellous isn't it."

"Not sure about that. I've been doing anal all my adult life. That was extreme, even for me."

"Norma will understand that. She'd had other blokes in her ass before George. She only did it with him once."

I spent quite a lot of time talking to mum, Molly and Shirley. I think I'd made a decision. I would need to talk it over with Claudine and Stefan.

Claudine and Stefan were alone when I got back. I invited them to join me in my apartment. Claudine assumed for sex, as she took her top off. I shook my head. She didn't bother putting her smock back on. I outlined what I had planned. I would leave the building and the business to them. I'd take enough money to set up home, on the mainland near the island and live comfortably. I don't think they were in favour. They wanted me to stay but did understand that being with them, didn't give me what I needed. Eventually, they agreed but added the stipulation, that once the business account reached a certain level, they would send me the surplus.

I started packing up my things. Crates and crates of the art work, David had created. We exchanged some, as keepsakes. Reminders of the things we had seen each other do. A few months later, the property agents phoned, to say that everything had been completed, with the purchase. A modern house, all mod cons. Huge plate glass windows overlooking the sea and the island. I gave Stefan and Claudine an open invite. Even so, tears were shed as I set out on my new life.

Over the first few weeks, mum and dad, Molly and Shirley visited separately, staying for the duration between boats. I think mum and dad were a bit shocked by the decoration. They knew about the paintings and sculptures. I don't think they were prepared for the explicit nature. Molly and Shirley on the other hand, inspected every last detail. When they visited, the sex continued as it had on the island. I spent half of my time watching them and masturbating. The remainder, having sex with both of them. The time I spent on the island, was primarily with the two of them.

I accompanied dad on his voyeur trips. Over a period of a month or more, I'd seen everyone, there was to see. We would both masturbate. I'd hold off until he came and he would turn to watch me get off. One Thursday, he was expecting Norma to visit the two brothers. They appeared but she didn't. The two of them lay on the day bed and began sucking each others cocks. This did nothing for dad but I was absorbed. They fucked each other in the ass, cumming louder than they had with Norma. Dad wasn't watching them. His eyes were glued to me. My legs were trembling. I continued humping my hand, even after the two men slumped down. I bit my hand as I had another breathtaking orgasm. I'd seen Stefan cum with a dildo in his ass. This was better still. Dad got off watching me.

Curiosity got the better of me on a couple of occasions. I snuck up to George and Norma's window one evening and watched him do mum's ass, while dad did Norma's. I think I'd have passed out, if he'd fucked me as hard as he did mum. Still, they all seemed to be enjoying it. I asked Molly about the two brothers. She knew about Norma but had no idea about them together. She took me down to introduce me. Taking the bull by the horns, I told them what I'd seen and that I'd had two incredible orgasms watching them. Stuart, the elder one said,

"Norma is a bit of a distraction, some variety. She likes anal and we give it to her. We like it too so we do it to each other. We'd probably find other men, if we left the island but we like being here. If you're that interested, come and watch."

"Can we come too? You know we won't touch." Molly asked.

"Why not."

It became a regular for the three of us, when I was on the island to sit watch and masturbate as the brothers fucked and sucked each other. I got so excited about it, that I got Claudine to send a video of Simon and Stefan.

Claudine and Stefan finally found time for a visit. They stayed with me for a couple of weeks. We included a four day stay on the island. I wanted them to meet mum and dad, as well as Molly and Shirley. I think Claudine was most excited about meeting Stuart and Chris, so we did that first. Feeling that a crowd would diminish the experience, Molly and Shirley headed to the beach.

The brothers were overjoyed to find someone new to play with. Myself and Claudine settled in garden chairs as the three of them mounted the day bed. I don't know if Stefan had ever had a cock in his mouth and ass at the same time. Here he had it from both brothers, taking it in turns. Both brothers came, a few seconds apart. To my left, Claudine let out an ear splitting scream. Her legs shook and a jet of fluid flew from her pussy.

"Uh, ow, ow, ow, AAAAAH! Wwwhat the fuck."

I put my arm around her. The action on the bed came to a halt. Stunned by the scream and what came after it. Stefan swallowed Colin's load.

"You OK?" He asked.

"Fine, do them, cum in their asses."

Over the following forty minutes or so, Stefan did exactly that. Claudine couldn't bear to touch herself after what had happened. That didn't stop me cumming twice.

"I cum watching Simon fuck him, when we are at home. That was different. We need to find another cock. I've never squirted before. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had and I did it watching."

It was quiet at Molly and Shirley's that evening, they had put on a decent show for dad, so nothing required at night. A bit like indoor camping, the five of us in one small house. The following day, I took them to meet mum and dad. Pre warning both couples, about what might happen. As it turned out, my parents were well behaved. Chatting about David and the art work. No denying dad had a thing for Claudine, who wouldn't. A state of permanent erection. Thankfully, if he got off, he waited until after we left.

"I was going to get your dad to fuck my ass. If he likes that but I didn't think it would be polite." She said as we walked back.

That night, Molly and Shirley dragged Claudine into bed. They did to her, what the did to me. She was a mess. She must have cum a dozen times. Stefan watched on open mouthed. Not to mention his lap pooling in pre cum, tricked down his cock. For the first and last time, I stood up and spread my cheeks. He fucked my ass but came in less than a minute. He'd seen the pictures and sculpture, now he'd been in there. He apologised.

"Why? I gave you the invitation. I've licked Claudine's pussy now you've cum in my ass. That's as far as any of this goes. You are family to me."

The three of us returned to my house by the next boat. Claudine continued pushing for me to join her and Stefan. I maintained my refusal. Would that last over the coming months and years. They headed back to the studio at the end of the trip, promising to return.