Three On A Match

Alphonse "Al" Petrino is a nice guy. He's a bit of a nebbish, yeah, but nobody really has anything bad to say about him. I didn't dislike him, and everything I relate from here on in is not intended to be a negative reflection on him. To be honest, I know now that some of it is actually a negative reflection on me.

I'm Steve March. For 15 years, I was a down the street neighbor of Al Petrino. My parents still live on the same block as Al's widow, Marge. Ah, Marge, now that's a horse of a different color. I guess I should explain...

It was a beautiful mid-June morning as I walked down the block heading for Robert Browning's house to hang with him for several hours. I had the evening shift at Dunkin, so I had several hours of freedom. I had graduated high school the week before, and was looking forward to starting college in seven weeks.

As I headed toward the end of the block, I looked up to see Marge Petrino--six months pregnant Marge Petrino--trying to get some grocery bags out of her car trunk. My first thought... hey, I was your basic average 18-year-old hornball... was that she looked pretty hot for a 44-year-old pregnant woman. My second thought was that I needed to help her bring the bags into her house. My father had taught me to always respect and help people, and he would kick my ass if I just walked past Marge without offering to help.

"Let me help you, Mrs. Petrino, if that's okay with you," I said as I walked up to her car.

"That would be great, Steve. Thank you," she said as she gave me a beautiful smile.

Goddamn, she's a good-looking woman, I thought to myself. Al's a lucky man. It's no surprise why she seems to be pregnant all the time. I'd be boinking her, too, as much as possible.

I carried in her four bags in two trips.

"Thanks, Steve. That was a big help. It's always a little tough for me on the Mondays when Al is gone," she said.

Her husband worked for the railroad. Every Monday he had some sort of meeting several hours away, so he stayed overnight in a hotel before coming home on Tuesday evening. Everybody on the block knew about Al being gone on Mondays, and all the neighborhood men made it a point to keep an eye out for Marge on those days. Now it was my turn.

"You're welcome, Mrs. P. You need help with anything else while I'm here?"

I noticed her five kids weren't around. Lori, her 17-year-old, must have taken the rest of the kids someplace.

"Actually, yeah, the kitchen window is sticking again. Do you think you could get it open for me?"

"Not a problem. I got it," I responded.

I flipped the latches open, braced my feet evenly and yanked the window up. Damn, that was stuck.

When I turned around, Marge was standing right there, her pregnant belly gently touching... my dick in my shorts. I know I flinched as I felt my dick start to stiffen. Unconsciously, I looked up into her bright cornflower blue eyes... and was lost. I'm pretty sure I was still breathing, but I knew my big brain was no longer in charge.

Her smile was a combination of innocence and evil. I would have sworn her eyes were glowing, but in my condition I couldn't be sure of anything. She took my arms by my wrists and placed both of my hands on her large belly. My hard dick was trying to rip through my shorts as it was tight up against her.

"Ooh. You obviously like... helping out," she purred. "Mmm... that feels nice."

The feel of her preggo belly was amazing as I rubbed it. Somehow, the buttons on the front of her maternity dress were undone, and I was then rubbing her bare skin. She leaned into me, got up on her tiptoes and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. When we separated, her dress was pooled at her feet and she was standing in a black bra and what looked like granny panties. She stepped forward, reached into the waistband of my shorts and grabbed my brick-hard dick.

"You're not a virgin, are you Steve?" she asked breathlessly.

All I could do was shake my head. My throat was too dry for words.

"Have you ever eaten pussy, Steve?" she asked huskily.

I again shook my head.

"Then I've got a treat for both of us," she whispered.

A minute later we were in her bedroom, naked. She spread her legs and told me to bring my face to her pussy.

"Now put your face right here," she said, holding her vaginal lips apart, "and stick out your tongue. Listen carefully and explore. I've heard you're a smart boy. I think you will figure it out. Don't be afraid to get your fingers involved, too."

I had been told the word used to describe the smell of a woman's pussy is musky. I didn't have a clue if her being pregnant changed the smell... or the taste. I licked and kissed with my tongue and lips and used my fingers to rub various places. She started going crazy, screaming, moaning and writhing all over the bed. Several times I had to grab a hip to keep her from sliding away.

I wasn't ready for what happened next. She shrieked loudly and bucked her pelvis into my face, almost breaking my nose, before she exploded, soaking me with a warm, wet liquid.

I was shocked and physically hurt, but I was also as charged up sexually as I had ever been in my young life. My previous experience was feeling up several girls and having sex with three of them in the back seat of my old car. This was at a level I had never previously enjoyed.

I lifted my head and noticed Marge looking back at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. She didn't give me any direction, so I used my best judgment and dove back in between her legs. Twice more she screamed, bucked and, as I figured out later, squirted on me.

She was panting like a freight train and mumbling incoherently before she finally was able to tell me that she wanted me to lie on the bed on my back, my ultra-hard dick sticking straight up. She then crawled over to me, squatted with her hands on my chest and slowly lowered herself on my pole until she was all the way down. She slowly started to lift herself up and down on my dick and I reached up and started playing with her milk-engorged tits. She moaned as I wondered if this was as close to heaven as I was going to get without being hit by a bus, and I started to buck up into her. She had another orgasm and I just couldn't hold off any longer, filling her with the largest amount of cum I'd ever produced.

She collapsed on my chest, her tits smashing into my chest and her belly hard up against my stomach. After about five minutes, she lifted her face to mine and gave me a soft but passionate kiss on the lips.

"Not bad for a beginning pussy-eater, young man. I think you could become great with a little practice," Marge said.

"Wow! You mean I'll get to do this again?" I blurted out. "When?"

"Easy, Steve. I'm a married woman and usually there are kids hanging around. We'll only be able to do this again on a Monday if the kids are gone again. I should be able to work that out a time or two, though," she said. "But you can't tell a soul about this... and I mean not a single person.

"I'm always so horny when I'm pregnant... and I love having my pussy eaten, but Al just hates to do that. If you're willing to help me out here..."

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah," I answered enthusiastically.

"Okay, give me your cell number. I'll text you," she said.

"Now let's get you cleaned up. The kids will be home in a little while.

"Oh, by the way, sorry about that smack on your nose. I guess I got carried away. That's not a bad thing, you know."

I got to experience Marge three more times before going off to college in August. Based on her body and vocalizations, I think I learned how to eat pussy pretty good. I also got more experience with different sexual positions in a bed, with a real woman as opposed to a girl.

My summer experiences gave me a newfound confidence with women. I knew that if I could please a 44-year-old pregnant woman, college girls would be little challenge. God bless Marge Petrino.

I was amazed at how the college girls went absolutely crazy over my oral skills. Seems that pleasing their partners wasn't a big thing with most college guys. I was, in effect, a unicorn... a sexual unicorn... a very popular sexual unicorn. If I was a pig, I could have dated girls five nights a week.

I got an unexpected phone call in March. Lori Petrino, the oldest daughter of Marge and Al Petrino, wanted to know if I would be her date for her senior prom in six weeks. She wasn't dating anyone, and her mother suggested me since Lori and I were friends and I was a nice guy.

I had to wonder if Marge suggested me knowing that I would treat her daughter right at the end of the night. Sex after prom was almost a given, and Marge knew that I wouldn't just treat her daughter like some random pussy. Marge knew me well enough to know that I would treat Lori like a princess throughout the evening, and at the end of the night I would give her everything her mother taught me.

The truth is I have always had a bit of a crush on Lori Petrino. A year younger than me, Lori was a pretty girl with very big tits and sparkling light blue eyes. Most guys never realized she even had eyes. Her one drawback, though, was that she was about 30 pounds overweight, so she went through school with the label of "the fat girl with the big tits." If guys bothered to ask her out, it was only so they could grope her melons. She was fully aware of how the boys thought of her, so she spent much of her social time as the quiet but cheerful sidekick.

We were friends of a sort in school and in the neighborhood, but it was just that: friends of a sort. I knew the alpha girl in her group and occasionally my group and hers intermingled, so to speak, but that was as far as it went, until she called me.

The day of the prom, a Friday, I ditched my afternoon classes at college and drove back into town with plenty of time to spare so I could pick up the corsage I bought for her, take a nap, shower, shave and put on my best suit. At the appointed time, I drove the half-block to her parents' house to pick her up.

It was somewhat surreal to be dating Marge's daughter after what her mother and I had done the previous summer. Marge, by the way, had given birth to a boy, and the tally stood at three girls and three boys. She was holding the little guy in her arms when she answered the door and gave me a wink while her husband came up to join us.

I'm pretty sure it's some sort of a tradition for the girl to never be ready quickly for prom, and I was told I had to wait for a couple of minutes while Lori tended to her final few details. That gave Al a chance to give me the traditional "fatherly speech."

"I know you were taught right, but still, I expect you to treat my first-born with every bit of respect you would show my wife, got it. If not, I'll have to kick your ass, and I think your father might help me with that," he said.

For the first time, I had a pang of guilt about what I had done with Al's wife. I was taught better than that, but at that time there was no way I wasn't going to fuck Marge when she asked. I chuckled to myself, though, when Al suggested he could kick my ass, although he was smart enough to say my father would help. Yeah, that would be the only way that doughboy could get that done.

Just then Lori made her grand entrance, and it was quite the entrance, I must admit. Her dark blue dress was beautiful against her alabaster skin and made her eyes sparkle, but it was tough to notice anything other than the large amount of creamy white breasts that were on display. Marge grinned at me knowingly. I noticed Al looked more than a little uncomfortable.

"Uhhh... wow... you look fantastic!" I breathed out, taking a quick look at Al to see if he was watching me.

He wasn't. He was staring at his daughter like a perv. Can't say I blamed him, though.

Ellen Carmichael, the alpha female in the group Lori hung with, didn't look pleased when she saw Lori's dress as she walked into the prom. Ellen was a very pretty girl, but even her beauty was having a tough time competing with Lori's blatant boob show.

"That's quite the attention-getter, Lori," Ellen said, much less friendly than usual, as the others in the area just stared open-mouth.

Lori blushed, and I could tell she was more than a little nervous with the amount of attention she was receiving. She was used to being overlooked, not looked over.

When I noticed Lori not responding, I stepped up.

"Yes, she definitely has my attention, that's for sure," I answered. "She made the drive back here worthwhile."

Ellen looked a little deflated at my response. Lori took a deep breath, which made her boobs stick out even more.

I saw Lori look a little wistful when the music started and couples started hitting the dance floor.

"I know you can't dance fast in that dress and keep your modesty," I said as I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. "But I'll make sure we do every slow dance."

She beamed her smile at me. I noticed the same look in her eyes that I had seen in her mother's the previous summer.

We had a great night, talking softly and whispering to each other throughout the prom. Several times during the event I leaned in and planted soft kisses on her soft lips. She was surprised the first time I did it, but after that she kissed back every time. Her breathing got a little faster throughout the night.

There was a post-prom event planned, and both Lori and I had brought a change of clothes for that, but as the prom was breaking up, I whispered to Lori that I had gotten a room at a near-by hotel, and I felt that our next few hours could be better spent there. She blushed crimson from the top of her face all the way down her mostly-exposed tits, but she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a searing kiss, those luscious melons smashing into me.

I will remember the next three hours for the rest of my life.

We kissed passionately several times after we entered the hotel room, and I could tell she was more than willing to continue by how ragged her breathing got. I was more than willing to lead, and she let me strip her oh-so-slowly.

I was very impressed with how well her abbreviated bra held up those massive boobs the whole night, and for a brief moment I thought about the engineering it took to manufacture that piece of clothing. Then I removed that bra, and if I wasn't already religious, I would have instantly become so because what was in front of me was truly some of God's best work: magnificent didn't do her huge boobs justice. Perfect would have been accurate, I guess. They were massive and yet somehow still stood out proudly on her chest. Her areolas were the size of silver dollars, and her excited nipples were like hard inch-long bullets.

I gently cradled those orbs before squeezing them and feeling their firmness. I ran my index fingers over her nipples and she moaned, causing my already hard dick to twitch in my pants. I squeezed them between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled and was very surprised when she climaxed, her knees giving out enough that I had to let go of her breasts to catch her in my arms. I'd never had a woman have an orgasm just from me playing with her breasts, and what breasts they were.

Once I had her laying down on the bed, I sucked one nipple and then the other. She had a second orgasm when I sucked her breasts before I slid my face down her body, licking all the way.

I was too busy to think about the irony of what I was doing to Lori as I licked, sucked and kissed her sweet-tasting pussy to three screaming, writhing orgasms. I was a man possessed. After the last orgasm by mouth, I crawled up her body, ran my hard dick up and down her wet pussy lips and started to push in.

"Oh... easy there, big boy. Go slow. That's virgin territory," she whispered.

I stopped moving immediately and looked into her eyes.

"Seriously?" I questioned.

Her blue eyes darkened.

"To a lot of these guys, I'm just the fat girl with the big tits..." she sniffled.

"That's on them, babe, not on you," I said, sinking my lips onto hers before I tried to suck out her tonsils.

I can't explain it, but I kind of felt... honored that I could take Lori's virginity. I made sure to watch her face and take things very slowly. I could feel how tight she was, but as I've come to learn, there was none of the rumored "breaking of the hymen." It still took me several minutes and a lot of shifting around before she gave me the go-ahead to start pumping.

I pumped slowly at first, watching her face, listening to her noises and feeling her movements. After several minutes, she started to match my rhythm, so I started to roll a little harder; she kept pace until I felt her pussy clench and her body spasm once again.

"Oh... yeah," she whispered.

I kissed her gently. She looked tired yet satiated. I had hoped for a second go before I had to take her home, but I could see that it was going to take her some time to recover. We cuddled and talked for about a half-hour before we got dressed in our after-prom clothes and I drove her home, getting a very nice kiss on her doorstep.

"Thank you for an amazing night, Steve. I will remember this night forever," she purred.

"That makes two of us, Lori," I replied. "School ends next week and I'll be home for the summer. How about we go to a movie next Saturday night? Maybe I could find some place for us to do something else, too."

"You don't have to be nice to me, Steve. Just because you took me to prom doesn't mean you have to be chained to me," she said.

"Ooh, that sounds like fun, but seriously, why wouldn't I want to be chained to you? I had a great time tonight, both in bed and out. I thought you did, too," I said.

I got her biggest smile of the night. She kissed me enthusiastically. I took that as a done deal.

We went out the next week and both had a good time, although we didn't have sex that night. Sex was a big part of our relationship, but it was far from the only reason we were together. The fat chick with the big boobs was so much more than that.

About two weeks after I got home for the summer, I got a call from Ellen Carmichael.

"Hey, Ellen, what can I do for you?" I asked, truly perplexed by her call.

Ellen and I were acquaintances at best. She was Lori's friend, supposedly, not mine.

"Are you ever going to ask me out? You don't take hints worth a damn, Steve," she answered. "I gave you enough hints at the prom, didn't I?"

In fact she had. She did everything but get naked in front of me at the prom. She even asked me to dance several times throughout the evening, but I gently rebuffed her each time. I could tell Lori was very uncomfortable when Ellen tried to get me alone, so I tried my best to keep that from happening. Lori was my date, and to quote my father, "A gentleman always goes home with the girl he went to the dance with."

Although Lori and I hadn't discussed exclusivity, I knew she wouldn't date anyone else while we were dating, therefore it was only fair that I wouldn't either. Also, I didn't need more than one girl at a time, unlike some of my friends who dated multiple girls.

"I'm dating Lori right now, so, no, I won't be asking you out," I said. "I'm flattered that you would like to go out with me, but I'm a one girl at a time kind of guy."

There was silence on the other end of the line for several long seconds.

"You can't be that much of a Boy Scout, Steve. Lori's my friend, but this isn't about friendship. We can have a really good time together," she said.

"Maybe another time or place, Ellen. For now, though, I'm having a really good time with Lori."

"Have it your way, Boy Scout. But don't be surprised if I'm not available when you finally wake up."

"Duly noted," I said, disconnecting the call.

Our great summer together ended when I left to go back to college in early August. Madison, Wisconsin, was a six-hour trip from Toledo, Ohio, so I knew the only fair thing to do was to turn Lori loose to date others while I did the same at college; in effect we were breaking up. Although I was only 19, I was smart enough to know that long-distance college relationships rarely worked, and someone usually got hurt badly. Lori was going to school for her freshman year at the University of Toledo.

I came home for Christmas break and Lori and I went out several times. We had our good times, but it was different. We were no longer an "us." We didn't talk about it or about dating others, but the elephant was always in the room.

I didn't go home for the summers before my last two years, staying in Madison with a great internship. Lori and I would occasionally text or talk on the phone as we remained good friends, but nothing more than that.

One of the calls Lori made to me toward the end of my junior year was to tell me that her younger sister, Kim, was going to attend UW in the fall, majoring in business like I was. Kim, two years younger than Lori, was a young doppelganger of her mother, Marge, both in looks and body type. Quite simply, she was a beautiful girl.

"Yeah, Mom says you're going to be responsible for looking out for her, or else you'll have to answer to Dad," Lori giggled.

"Give Kim my number. I'll help her move in and show her around," I said.

I never did get a call from Kim, but then again I wasn't surprised. She knew she was beautiful and could get just about any guy she wanted simply by smiling. She also could get any friends that way, too, and apparently I wasn't one she really wanted. Even when I dated her sister, she barely said two words to me, not that I really cared.

I finally saw Kim about three weeks after the semester started, and it wasn't pretty. She was coming out of a bar near campus with two guys, one of them a scholarship football player who must have been 6-4, 250 pounds. She looked to be very drunk, and he was half-carrying, half-dragging her. I was guessing she had a fake ID since she was only 18.

When they got closer to me it was easier to see that Kim was barely conscious. I knew where this was going, and while a part of me knew that she probably deserved some of what was going to happen, in reality I couldn't let that happen without at least trying to stop it.

"Guys, you don't want to do this," I said to the pair. "This girl is a neighbor of mine back home, and I can't just let you take her and fuck the shit out of her drunk ass all night."

"None of your business," the big guy snarled. "Leave us the fuck alone if you want to be able to walk home."

I'm not proud to admit that I probably would have listened to him if Kim had been some nameless girl, but she wasn't. I knew this was going to hurt.

"Can't let you take her," I responded, my hands up in a sort of a surrender move.

The big guy shoved Kim into the arms of his companion, then waded into me and started swinging. At 6-2, 185 pounds, I was solid and fit, but there was no way I could match him for sheer strength. My best hope was that he would get tired of beating on me eventually and just leave Kim and me alone.

I blocked his first strike with my left arm, but he drove his first into my ribs and then put his right into my stomach, knocking me to the ground.

I've always considered myself a fairly smart guy, but apparently getting beaten on caused me to lose some IQ points. Instead of staying down and just having my ego crushed, I got back up to get some more abuse. A fist to my face caused my brain to short-circuit, I think, and the next thing I knew I was standing about a foot away from him off to his right side.

It's funny what goes through your brain in certain circumstances, but just then I pictured Sam Elliott in "Road House" and knew my last good hope was to drive my foot into the side of his knee and hope I could momentarily slow him. His knee buckled completely and he went down in a screaming, cursing heap, at which point his friend let go of Kim and went over to his thrashing body. I grabbed Kim by the hand and dragged her from the scene while the big guy screamed threats at everybody in my family from me all the way to my great-grandparents.

Five minutes later I was setting a completely incoherent Kim on the sofa in the apartment I shared with my roommate, Del. Del heard me come in noisily and came out of his room to view Kim passed out on the sofa and me sitting in a chair holding my ribs.

"This doesn't look good," Del said in what I considered the understatement of the year.

I explained what happened as I removed my shirt to display a large bruise starting on the left side of my ribcage. I wasn't able to take large breaths due to the pain, but I turned down Del's suggestion that I go to the emergency room to have them check for a broken rib.

"So who's the drunk slut on the sofa? I'm assuming she's the reason you're going to wind up with Technicolor ribs tomorrow," he said.

"At least for today, I stopped her from being a slut, but yeah, she's drunk... very drunk. Her name's Kim Petrino, she's a freshman and her family lives half a block down from my parents' house. The bruising is the reward I got for being a good guy and not letting some football player and a friend have their way with her. I stopped them from dragging her off, although it didn't come without a penalty," I said, grimacing mightily.

I then explained in detail about the big guy using me as a punching bag before I got lucky and took his leg out. Del listened attentively, then grimaced himself.

"Depending upon how badly you screwed up his knee, you might have just ended your college career... and could wind up in jail," he said quietly. "You know the school's going to protect his football ass no matter what. You got any witnesses to back up your story?"

"There were some other people around, but I don't know if anybody was really watching. I mean, I was a little busy," I said.

Del held up an index finger in what I called his Poindexter move. He grabbed his cellphone and started clicking. About 30 seconds later, he sighed out a "Good! Thank you!"

It seems several people witnessed my "disagreement" with the big guy and had recorded it on their phones, which means I had a chance to stay in school. Turns out my attacker was back-up offensive lineman Bart Offerman, a junior.

Del helped me carry Kim to my bedroom and we dumped her fully-dressed in my bed. I was planning to sleep on the sofa.

About an hour later we were watching Sports Center on the bigscreen when there was a loud pounding on our door. Del barely got the door open when some big guy in UW athletic gear burst past him and walked up to me with spittle practically drooling down his chin.

"You ruined Offerman's career with your little ninja-kick stunt, dumbfuck!" he screamed. "You better pack up your shit, because you're on the next bus outta here!"

I'll admit my initial reaction was to follow his directions, but I quickly calmed down and allowed my brain to work.

"I'm not going anywhere jerkwad!" I snapped back at him at the volume he used on me. "Your boy and his friend were about to rape some girl..."

"The fuck you say..." he yelled before Del interrupted him by shoving his phone in the man's face.

"Watch this!" Del yelled.

The man, who looked like a 50-year-old former player, so I assumed he was a coach, watched the video in shock. Then he shook his head and watched it again, a look of horror creeping across his face.

"Where did you get this? Who's got this posted?" he asked, looking from Del to me.

"It's on Facebook. Already been seen a bunch of times," Del said, a hint of triumph in his voice. "You might want to get that bus ticket for Mr. Offerman. I think his career is over!"

"Oh shit. Coach is going to kill both of us," the still-unknown man said.

"Is... is the young lady okay?" he asked shakily.

"Yes. She's sleeping in the bedroom right now," I answered.

He pulled a business card out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"If she needs any... any counseling or anything like that, the university will cover it," he said, his face a gray mask. "The university will also pick up your medical expenses. From the looks of the video, he might have broken one of your ribs. That could be dangerous if left untreated. A broken rib could puncture a lung."

His sudden concern surprised me. I figured he might know what he's talking about, so I figured I should drive over to the hospital emergency room. Del said he would sit up in case Kim woke up and needed anything.

X-rays showed no break, but the attending doctor warned me I was going to be sore as hell for a few days. I thanked him and drove back to my apartment. Del was still awake and told me Kim hadn't yet left my room.

Kim staggered out of my room a little after 9 AM looking like she had been run over by a truck. I could tell she was surprised when she saw me laying on the sofa.

"Steve? Where am I? How did I get here?" she asked, her normally lyrical voice sounding like gravel.

"I walked you home last night from a bar after I pried you away from one of the football players and a friend of his. Either you drank way too much or were drugged, but you were barely walking when I spotted you. We had a little debate whether I was going to take you home or he was, but I won, and here you are... with your virtue intact."

She looked confused... and alarmed.

"I only had two drinks. What happened to my friends? I went into the bar with four other girls," she said.

"My guess is that none of them wanted to argue with that guy. He was pretty big," I said.

"Let me get you some toast and coffee. That will help both your head and stomach."

Del walked into the kitchen as Kim ate.

"Hi there. I'm the hero's roommate," he said in a light tone.

"Hero?" she mumbled as I tried to wave him off.

"Watch this," he said, handing her his phone.

Kim's face resembled that of our visitor from last night as she watched the video.

"Wow. My hero," she said. "How badly did you get hurt?"

"A bit. I'll survive," I said.

"More than a bit. Show her," Del said.

I glared at him. Kim insisted that I show her. I did. She flinched.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Maybe the next time you go out you take a guy with you as a bodyguard," I said.

I walked her back to her dorm. She gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I guess Lori was right about you. You are a good guy," she said.

I didn't hear from Kim for two weeks after that, although I did hear from Lori, who thanked me for looking out for her sister. She told me her parents would give me their thanks in person when I went home at Christmas break.

Kim sounded chipper when she called.

"How about I order a large pepperoni and we stream something while we catch up?" she asked. "I've also got some of Mom's chocolate chip cookies she sent me. I know you like those."

"Ooh. I do like those. What time you want me there?" I inquired.

The pizza was good, the cookies were great and the company was much better than I expected. I didn't expect the last, but what the hell, I asked her out for the next Saturday night to a restaurant and a concert.

We started going out about every other week. I continued to occasionally date others, and I assumed, but never asked, that she did the same. She was metamorphosing from a pretty girl into a beautiful woman.

While my feelings for Kim were growing, I still didn't feel right about making any moves on her sexually. I mean, I slept with her mother and her sister, but doing yet another Petrino woman somehow seemed... wrong. We'd had several steamy makeout sessions and we had exchanged gropes, but nothing involving naked flesh, until...

Kim had planned to stay over at my apartment the night before we drove back home for Christmas break. We had planned to be on the road at 6 AM, so my plan was to take her out for an early dinner, then we could watch something on Netflix and go to bed early, her in my bed and me on the sofa. It almost happened that way, but Kim apparently had other plans. We were snuggled together on the sofa under an afghan when I felt her hand rest directly on my crotch, causing the inevitable to happen.

Her hand never moved once she placed it on me, but my dick kept twitching and growing.

"I'm assuming you slept with my sister, but that still shouldn't stop you from sleeping with me, Steve. We're completely different people, and since other guys aren't really an item anymore, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

I didn't realize I had stopped breathing until the flashing light in my head went on proclaiming "insufficient oxygen to body." I inhaled deeply.

"My father always taught me that a gentleman never talks about past relationships, so I won't comment about my time with Lori," I said. "But you're right, I might be hesitant because you two are sisters. I'll make every effort to treat you like any other woman from now on, which means..."

I kissed her deeply before lifting the blanket and going subterranean. I unbuttoned her jeans and stripped both them and her panties off. I gently scratched what felt like a light dusting of public hair above her pussy. For a brief second, I thought about how similar that was to her mother. Then I let that thought go because I had work to do and pleasure to give, as taught to me by none other than Marge. I smiled in the darkness under the blanket before getting busy.

I was glad Del had left for his home earlier in the day because it turns out Kim was a screamer of epic proportions. In fact, I was worried that someone else on the floor was going to call the cops thinking that someone was being killed. She was loud and very physical, with strong thighs that at one point she wrapped tightly around my head and then tried to rip my head off. I literally felt the orgasm building inside her pussy, but I still wasn't prepared when it hit and she somehow levitated off the sofa and smashed her pussy against my mouth, causing me to cut my lip and start bleeding.

I yelped in pain before I decided to teach this youngster a lesson. I scooted up just a nick, then started to lick her clit up and down, using the bottom of my tongue for the back flick. Her screech turned into a low rumbling in her throat before she bucked hard multiple times and flat-out screamed for several long seconds.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! You're killing me! Sto-o-o-op!"

Of course, I didn't stop, at least not for another minute. By that point, she was a human noodle with no backbone left... at least for several minutes. I waited for her to start showing signs of making a comeback before I moved up her body and slid my uber-hard dick into her molten center.

"O-o-o-oh. O-o-o-oh," she whispered as I entered, before she started to moan in tandem with my thrusts. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes before I lifted her legs up and put her ankles over my shoulders, giving me deeper access. She moaned loudly, shifted her hips a bit and got back in sync with me. She came again after a few minutes, and several minutes later I reciprocated, grunting loudly.

"Damn, she was right!" Kim enthused as we worked to remove her legs from my shoulders.

I was somewhat confused, wondering to whom Kim was referring. Still, I kept my mouth shut. I promised Marge I would never give her up, and I was serious about not giving up her sister either. If Lori wanted to tell her about us, that was up to Lori.

"She?" I asked quietly, flinching as I waited for the response.

"Barb Jeffers. You dated her about a year ago. She's a friend, and we got to be talking about you. When I told her that we hadn't slept together yet, she asked if there was something wrong with me. She said she knew there wasn't anything wrong with you," Kim said, smiling brightly.

It was amazing how much Kim resembled Marge when she smiled. I briefly wondered if Kim would be as good a fuck as Marge when she got pregnant sometime in the future.

I softly kissed Kim on the lips, the tip of her nose and on each eyelid. She giggled each time I kissed her.

We made love a second time that night, in my bed this time. It wasn't quite as wild as the first time, but it was every bit as satisfying. Obviously, we didn't get a lot of sleep before we hit the road.

We were about three hours outside of Madison when Kim interrupted my thoughts.

"You and Lori are still going to get together over break, aren't you?" she asked. "I mean, what we did was fabulous and all, but it's just sex. You and I are just friends, the same way you and she are just friends. None of us are doing the exclusive thing, you know. You can sleep with whoever you want the same way she can."

"Did I have thought bubbles above my head or something?" I inquired. "That's exactly what I was thinking about. I was sort of feeling guilty, even though we are both free agents. That makes a lot of sense."

"Maybe I should switch my major to pre-law," she joked.

Christmas break went great for me. Lori and I went out twice, and we wound up in bed both times. We were still great together in the sack, even though we were at best good friends.

My relationship with Kim, however, started improving almost from the minute we left Toledo and started on the way back to UW. We weren't five minutes away from home when Kim put her left hand on my crotch and squeezed. My dick naturally responded.

"Thought so," was all she said.

For all intents and purposes, Kim moved into my apartment for the second semester, living in my room with me. She was completely up for anything I wanted to do sexually. Unlike Lori, she wasn't a virgin when we first hooked up, but I at least got to take her anal virginity.

Growing up in Toledo, the word on Kim was that she was a typical pretty girl. She knew she could get any man she wanted simply by smiling, and knew that her looks and killer body would give her a leg up in her future. It's a sad fact that good-looking people of both sexes have an advantage in life.

Kim played to the stereotype to a degree until we finally had sex. After that, it was like a switch was flipped and suddenly she was free from being "the pretty bitch." A much nicer, confident Kim emerged as we become monogamous. The next four months were among the best of my life.

While graduation should have been a highwater mark in my life, it came with a major downside as well. For the second time, I would have to leave behind a Petrino woman I cared for very much. Like Lori and I, Kim and I came to the conclusion that long-distance relationships for any length of time really don't work, for several obvious reasons. It was better for us to break up as friends now then wait until we were enemies in the future. I had gotten an IT job in Phoenix, Arizona, and Kim still had three more years to go at UW.

Maybe it's because she still had three more years to go at UW, Kim took the break-up a lot better than I did, judging by our car ride back to Toledo. My new job started in two weeks, so I had time to drive Kim home, see my folks and pack up a lot of stuff from my room to take with me.

My mom, Lori and Marge were there to greet Kim and I when we drove up to the Petrinos' house. After I greeted my mother with a kiss on the cheek, Lori pushed her way into my arms and gave me a scorcher of a kiss on the lips, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth and seeking mine. When we finally disengaged, the two mothers were standing there shocked, while I could see Kim's claws coming out. I'll admit to feeling both overwhelmed and self-conscious.

"What? Steve and I are still very good friends, aren't we, Steve?" she asked, playing innocent.

I was sure none of the other women there was buying that act. Kim looked angry, Mom looked shocked and Marge looked concerned as she shot glances between her daughters.

I unloaded Kim's possessions and carried them into her bedroom. I then drove my car the few hundred yards to my parents' house and unloaded my stuff in my old bedroom, since I would officially be moving out in less than two weeks.

"What's going on with Lori and Kim?" Mom asked as she walked into my bedroom. "Marge asked me if I knew what was going on, and I had to admit I didn't have a clue. For a minute there, I thought they were going to go at it. You're in the middle of this, aren't you?"

It always amazed me how much more shit my parents knew than I ever gave them credit for.

"You dated Kim at college this year, didn't you? And you slept with her, too? And you've obviously slept with Lori sometime in the past. Those girls are throwing hormones at each other, right?"

She looked me directly in my eyes and waited for an answer. She knew the truth just by looking at me. Why did I actually have to speak the words?

"Yes to both questions," I said softly. "But Lori and I haven't dated for four years. We're just friends, the same way Kim and I are now. None of us are exclusive with others..."

"You men are all clueless!" she interjected. "Lori didn't just give you up four years ago, the same way Kim isn't just giving you up now. It's just a matter of circumstances, but both of those girls are still tied to you. Your dumbass father would tell you it's 'March Madness,' his term for his amazing charm with women. I always thought that was the cheesiest term he could come up with, but considering we've been married for 24 years, I can't say he's wrong.

"Just because I'm a nosy bitch, do you have a preference?"

"Not really," I replied. "I really like them both a lot. I could easily fall in love with either of them. I've spent more time with Kim than I have with Lori, but as you say, that's a matter of circumstances.

"But it really doesn't matter, because I'm gone in two weeks. Lori has one more year of school and Kim's a baby, she's got three more years. Until I'm gone, though, I guess I should probably stay away from both..."

"Not date either one, but you're going to have to sit down with both at some point and at least have a good discussion. You don't want to be the one that splits these sisters. They will both hate you down the line, and I know you don't want that," my mother said.

I didn't date either Petrino daughter while I was home, but three days before I left I sat down with both of them in my kitchen.

"Look, you know I really, really like both of you, but all three of us have discussed the long-distance, long-term relationship thing not working. You've got a year of school left, Lori, and Kim, you've got three years to go. Who knows what will happen in that time. Hell, all three of us could be involved with other people, and we may never again be together. But you guys are always going to be sisters. Don't let this ruin family."

We all had tears in our eyes. I hugged them both, separately and together.

Phoenix is a really cool city for a young guy with a pretty decent job. If I were "one of those guys," I would have said it was a "target-rich environment." There were a couple of places I found that I hung out at occasionally, and I also joined our company's softball team, which also gave me opportunities to meet women. I didn't lack for female companionship, although I certainly wasn't trying to set any records for numbers of dates.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when I answered my apartment door one March evening after work to find Lori Petrino standing in front of it. I grabbed her up in a huge hug, the fact that she was wearing what appeared to be only a long Sponge Bob Square Pants T-shirt not registering in my brain for several seconds. I could tell immediately when I hugged her that she was braless, but I was so surprised with her even being there that her huge melons smashed into my upper stomach didn't register much, until we broke apart and I got a good look at her.

"Uhh... wow! Th-that's quite an... outfit, young lady! I can't believe you're here!" I said, my face practically splitting in two I was smiling so big as I grabbed her suitcase and led her into my place.

Her smile was dazzling; her blue eyes sparkled. She did a small curtsey before doing a quick twirl.

"So you like?"

I struggled to swallow as my mouth went dry. Her massive jugs hung halfway down her body yet were still perky enough to stick out obviously, her nipples tenting the fabric. As my gaze made its way down, I could see the shirt stopped more than halfway up her thighs, showing that she wasn't wearing shorts underneath. The impression of the waistband of her panties showed below where the cartoon drawing ended. I could feel my eyes bugging out and my dick stiffening.

"Uh-huh," I mumbled. "Y-y-you flew like that?"

"Yeah. Sitting modestly was a bit of a problem, but nobody seemed to mind on the plane, even the wife of the guy who sat in my aisle, although she made sure to sit next to me with him on the outside," she said brightly before breaking back into a dazzling smile.

"Damn, woman!" was all I got out before we locked lips again, my rock-hard prick pressing none too subtly into her stomach.

There were several advantages to Lori's abbreviated outfit, not the least of which was the ease of removal. I quickly peeled the shirt over her head and pulled down her panties after tossing her sandals somewhere. She blushed a bit from head to toe as I lifted her under her arms and placed her down on the edge of my kitchen table, spreading her legs as I walked into her body and gave her my most passionate kiss. She pulled my shirt over my head and I dropped my shorts and briefs, my hard-on bouncing up when I released it.

I slid my fingers down to her pussy and found her soaking wet. I wasn't the only one excited. I slid forward a bit, lined up my dick with her opening and slid inside her warm depths. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and we took off on a journey of reconnection.

We reconnected twice more in my bedroom before we realized we hadn't eaten dinner. By then it was after 10, so we adjourned to the kitchen to see what I had to eat. After doing some scrounging, we wound up feeding each other a bowl of Rice Krispies naked while she sat on my lap.

I found out Lori was on spring break. She had told her parents she was going to Fort Lauderdale to celebrate her last spring break before graduation. She didn't call to ask me if she could come because she wanted to surprise me, which in fact she did. She told me she had been looking for teaching positions in Phoenix and had two interviews lined up while she was here, if she could stay with me for a little while after she graduated in May.

She looked hurt when I pretended to be thinking hard.

"I guess you can stay for a bit," I said, watching tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. "How does the next several decades sound to you?"

"You rotten bastard!" she cried as she wrapped her arms around me. "You really had me going."

We kissed passionately again. Then she quickly let go of me and jumped off my lap, turning serious.

"We need to talk."

I'd been around enough to know those four words usually precede disaster. I felt my stomach knot up.

"I want us to be exclusive," she began. "I really thought we had something five years ago, but we both agreed that a long-distance long-term relationship wouldn't have worked. We were both kids then. But now I want to see what an up close and personal relationship with you looks like.

"I could be ready to settle down if I find the right man. I know turning you loose wasn't the smartest decision I ever made. I've never found anyone who measured up to you.

"Without looking at me, what color are my eyes, Steve?"

"Blue. Actually a sparkling light blue," I replied confidently.

She smiled brightly. While I had gotten the answer correct, I was confused by the question.

"Exactly. And I knew you would know," she said. "Most of the guys I've gone out with since you left for college didn't have any clue what color my eyes were. They couldn't see anything above my big tits. I don't mind that a guy wants to play with my melons, I enjoy that as much as the next girl, but I've always thought I'm more than just a fat girl with big tits. You see that; you've always seen that.

"I want to give us a chance, but I'm not stupid. I know you haven't lacked for partners since we broke up. Kim hasn't come out and said it, but I can tell by her smirks that she's been one of your girls, and I get the feeling she'd still be one if you hadn't moved out here. I know she's beautiful. I get it. But..."

She got quiet. I saw tears again build up in her eyes.

"Okay, my turn to get it," I responded. "You know I care for you; I think we both showed each other today there's a lot still there. I would like nothing better than to walk down this path with you and find out if there's an us there.

"But that outfit, by the way, you can only wear that when you're with me. I don't mind people looking, but there's no touching. Exclusivity."

"Absolutely!" she enthused.

We kissed passionately before she pulled me back to the bedroom and we celebrated our exclusivity.

We woke late the next morning. I woke first, and found myself spooned tightly around Lori, my left hand holding a massive boob. I gently squeezed her whole boob, then squeezed her large erect nipple between my middle and ring fingers. I heard a sleepy moan escape her lips.

"Mmm. I could see waking up like this for the next several decades," she murmured.

I felt her left hand close around my rapidly inflating manhood. Not long afterward I maneuvered her into reverse cowgirl, holding her thick hips while I helped her bounce up and down, little noises coming from her each time my hardness bumped her cervix.

We did that for about 10 minutes and she seemed to be enjoying getting me deep inside, so I had her turn around so I could watch her face and play with her bouncing jugs. A few minutes later her rhythm changed and I could feel her pussy start to clench my hard-on before I heard her growl from somewhere deep inside as her body exploded and her eyes rolled back in her head.

I held onto her chunky body as she blasted through her orgasm, screaming unintelligibly as she did so. I kept my pace the same until she finished, then I sat her down and got in as deeply as I could before I bucked up inside her hard as my own orgasm rocketed out of my dick.

As she came down from her climax, I watched as her eyes went from glazed back to sparkling. A bright smile split her face. She leaned down and kissed me passionately, her lips pink and soft.

"Yeah, decades," she whispered, as much to herself as to me.

We didn't play in the shower as I'm pretty sure we both were too wiped out. By the time we got to IHOP, it was after noon, but that didn't stop either one of us from ordering breakfast. I'm pretty sure Belgian waffles are the perfect post-coital meal.

Her phone chimed toward the end of the meal. It was a photo and text from Kim, who went to Key West with several friends for her spring break. Lori showed me a photo of Kim and two other girls wearing skimpy bikinis by a pool.

"I guess there's no time like the present," she said, moving around to my side of the table, spearing a piece of waffle and feeding it to me while she snapped a selfie of the two of us.

She tapped her phone several times, smiling like the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, then moved back to her side of the table. She started to count, raising her fingers with each second. She got to eight before her phone chimed again.

"She wants to know where that photo of us came from," she said to me as I looked on. "I'm not sure she gets it."

Another chime rang in quickly.

"She gets it now," she said with a giggle, "And she's not totally happy with me. Oh well. She could have come here instead of gone to Florida. I am not my sister's keeper."

Lori got the teaching position for the coming fall, but she didn't wait that long to move into my apartment. I took vacation and we drove back to Toledo, rented a U-Haul and moved a lot of her stuff several weeks after she graduated. Her father wasn't happy, I could tell, but Marge told us she was working on smoothing things over.

"I think my mom loves you almost as much as she loves me," Lori said to me while we were talking on the drive back to Phoenix. "You know, she was the one who suggested I call you and ask you to take me to the prom. She said you were a nice boy who would treat me well."

I smiled broadly. It was exactly as I thought. I wondered if Marge had a clue then what would happen in the future.

Over the next year Lori and I proved to be as compatible outside of the bedroom as we were inside. Friendship and lust grew into love and a deep respect for one another. I knew I wanted to have children with this woman and someday grow old with her. She made me the happiest man in the world when she accepted my proposal and my ring.

The wedding was naturally held in Toledo. Kim was Lori's maid of honor, the two women having come to an understanding of sorts that Lori's timing was right and Kim's wasn't. Lori told me Kim warned her that if she ever screwed up with me, Kim would be there to pick up the pieces.

A couple of days before the wedding, Marge got me alone for a few minutes. This was the first time we had been alone since the final time we had sex about seven years earlier.

"So how many kids have you two decided on?" she asked brightly, almost laughing at the question she asked.

I realized in an instant to what she was referring. I felt my jaw drop open as shock hit. Her smile increased as I stuttered.

"Relax, Steve. I don't think Lori would ever cheat on you," she said. "In reality, I never cheated on Al, either."

I looked at her as if she had two heads. She continued to smile at me.

"It's not cheating if the husband knows his wife is stepping out and allows it," she said. "Al and I had a deal. I only wanted three kids; he wanted a half-dozen. So the deal was if I got pregnant three more times than I wanted, I could play around some during my pregnancies if I was discreet.

"I love Al to the moon and back, but if I made the big sacrifice to get pregnant, he could make the big sacrifice, too, and like I told you, being pregnant really made me horny all the time.

"All that being said, you're not one of those, too, are you?"

"No, I'm not. And Lori and I have talked about two or three kids, but trust me, even if we were to go for more, I wouldn't make that kind of deal. And I wouldn't tolerate her ever being with another man," I said.

"I'm glad to hear that, Steve. I don't think you'll ever have to worry about Lori. Kim, on the other hand, might have to be watched a little more closely by whomever she chooses. She's a little more high-spirited, I think."

I, personally, didn't think Kim either would step out on her husband once she got married, at least judging by what I observed when we were together, but I wasn't getting involved in that discussion. Sometimes silence really is golden.

"So have you really kept your promise to me and never told anyone? Not even a little brag to some of your friends at college?" Marge asked.

"Not even a little brag at college. I made you a promise," I said.

"You're a good man, Steve. Now go be a good man for my daughter."

Twenty-five years later, I'd like to think I've been a good man to Marge's daughter... and my "fat girl with the big tits" has been a good woman to me. Yeah, we've had our occasional low points, but a lot of love, trust and respect have earned us many more high points.

We're still getting after it pretty good in bed, averaging several times a week, although we have slowed down to just once a night on those nights; after all we're not kids anymore. A humble brag: I can still bring my wife to a dozen hard orgasms with my dick, tongue and fingers when we are playing hard.

We have three beautiful children: Mike, 23, who is working in public relations in Des Moines, Iowa; Shelley, a junior at Wichita State; and Bree, a freshman at Ohio State.

I am now the IT director of the largest hospital in Phoenix and Lori is still teaching.

Lori's dad, Al, passed about 10 years ago at 63, of a really fast heart attack just after he and Marge had made love. Marge was quick to tell everyone that her husband had completed his task before he died and went with a smile on his face. None of the couple's six children and spouses really wanted to hear that.

Marge has remarried twice and buried both in the intervening years, both husbands dying of heart attacks soon after sex. Kim suggested at a holiday dinner that her mother start dating men about 20 years younger so they had a chance of keeping up with her. Sitting next to me at the dinner table when Kim made her suggestion, Marge blushed appropriately before leaning over to me and whispering in my ear, "Got any single friends?"

I smiled broadly. As a matter of fact, I do.