Family Reunion Ch. 03

Chapter 3 - Completing the Set

"My, you're eager," Zoe said as she stepped into the summer house, just after eleven.

"I like to be punctual," I replied.

"I hope you've also got lots of energy. I'm definitely up for it tonight."

"And you weren't last night?"

She smiled and unfastened the waistband of the wrap-over dress she was wearing. As she let it slide off her shoulders, I saw that underneath she had on what could best be described as a 'harness' - a mesh of straps that criss-crossed her body but hid nothing of importance. Added to this were a pair of hold-up stockings, ankle-strap shoes with insane heels - I wondered how she'd crossed the lawn to get to the summer house in those - and a leather collar.

"Like the outfit?" she said, spreading her arms wide. "I said we'd been shopping and bought stuff that wasn't really clothing. Ann Summers had some special offers on, and I bought these. Your mother bought some interesting stuff that she's no doubt showing off to Ray. The butt-plug with a tail looked like fun."

For a moment, I was distracted from looking at the MILF-like body, dressed in insane and very horny fetish gear. "What? Mum bought a butt-plug?"

"Yeah. It's another to add to her collection. She loves it up the arse."

Imagine that you'd just been told that your own sweet, demure mother was a fan of anal sex and had an extensive collection of anal plugs. How would you feel?

"It's weird," Zoe continued, "But anal doesn't do much for me. It's OK and can feel sexy, but Ange seems to get off on it. She loves it when Ray fucks her arse. He can make her come like that without even touching her clit."

While I was trying to process the concept of my mother enjoying anal orgasms, I glanced down at Zoe's naked - and already wet - pussy.

"What happened to the landing strip?" I asked.

"Sorry?"

"When I fucked you last night, you had a blonde landing strip above your pussy. It's gone."

"Oh. Oh, I - I shaved it off. It felt a bit scratchy. And you've taken all your pubes off, so I decided to do the same."

It was true - at Gemma's instigation, I'd had most of my body hair waxed off. I never had a hairy chest, but getting my scrotum waxed was a new and rather painful experience the first time. And there's something rather special about having a woman lick the velvety skin of your balls and gently suck them into her mouth. You don't get that if they're covered in hair, either because the skin's less sensitive or she won't do it because of the fuzz.

And sure, Zoe did look impressively horny. Her pussy slit came some way up her belly, which is a look I've always found attractive; an invitation to follow the line downward and inward. But it was almost as if she'd been reading a book about male fetishes. She'd chosen the one with lots of straps; not quite bondage or restraints, but with enough echoes of that to get a guy's dick pointing upwards.

As mine was. Here was my mum's twin sister, standing in front of me with her body naked except for accessories that simply framed and accentuated her sexuality. Her resemblance to my mother should have turned me off, but frankly, that sight, added to the memory of her behaviour the night before, had me hard in seconds.

"Like what you see?" she asked, coquettishly. "If so, show me some evidence."

I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, unfastened my belt and slid my jeans down and off in one smooth movement, taking my skimpy underpants with them. Naked, I straightened up to look at her again.

"Oh. My. GOD!" she gasped. "You're so fucking big!"

"I'm the same size as I was last night. You experienced my cock down your throat and inside your pussy," I replied.

"Well, yes. Though I'm not sure my throat can manage the same trick tonight. Maybe - we'll see. But I'm sure my cunt is ready to be punished again. It's just that, seeing it like this, it looks huge. Even though I saw it yesterday, it still surprises me just how big your fucking cock is."

At her use of the word 'cunt', I relaxed a little. I'd begun to suspect that this was part of the 'guess which twin' trick that Jo had implied Zoe and Mum had been playing since childhood, and that I could conceivably be looking at my own mother, taunting me in fetish gear. But Mum never said 'cunt'. I'd never heard her say 'fuck', either, so it seemed that this was Zoe after all.

And when she dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock, I soon lost any thought of objecting. In fact, I lost all thought except for 'How deep will she take me?' The answer was 'pretty deep'. Like with Sam the first night, I collided with her throat but didn't pass my fat man through the eye of the needle. It still felt excellent. She combined some deep sucks and lots of tongue work inside her mouth with some expert licks over my scrotum that felt fabulous. And then she wriggled between my legs and briefly rimmed me. Fuck!

But all too soon, she stood up. "Kiss me, Matthew. Kiss me, caress me, eat my pussy and then fuck my cunt. All of that. Stay out of my arse - that's Angie's preference, not mine - but everything else is yours to use as you wish."

The straps of the harness were a glossy, soft material that looked like leather in the dim light but were more forgiving against the skin. I discovered this when I slid my cock into her slit and rubbed it against her clit and pussy lips as I kissed her and grabbed big handfuls of both tits. The straps were tight against her upper thighs and squeezed and plumped out her outer lips, making it tricky to get my cock between them, but I persevered, and she opened her legs slightly to give me access. I felt her nipples get hard against my palms, heard her moan as the top surface of my cock made long, firm strokes in that wet, silky cleft. Her heels were so extreme that I didn't have to spread my legs too far to bring my cock to the right height. Mum and Zoe are both quite tall for women of their age, as is Sam, but I'm substantially taller. I outgrew my dad when I was fifteen and always assumed I was tall because Mum was.

We kissed hungrily, she pressing herself against me. "Fuck, I love those muscles. You're so strong. You could do anything to me!"

"Yes, I could. What should I do first?"

"Eat my pussy. Get your tongue into my cunt. Suck my clit. I'm already fizzing and so wet. Get me wetter - then drill the well."

I moved her back onto one of the garden sofas, knelt, lifted her legs over my shoulders and plunged my face into that molten valley. She was wet and silky. Her cunt was drooling, and I drove my tongue inside, as deep as it would go, to see her reaction. Gemma had enjoyed a good tongue-fuck, especially if administered when she was sitting on my face. She'd often reciprocate with a sloppy, tantalising blow job, either leading to a protein supper or an energetic fuck. I wondered which way to go with Zoe.

By the time she was moaning loudly and rubbing her pussy all over my face, I'd made up my mind. I stood up, climbed onto the nearly couch and lay on my back.

"Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock."

She took no time at all to comply. She straddled me, and with her hands on my chest, she lowered her juicy cunt onto my cock, which I was holding upright. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck you're big!" she gasped.

"Shouldn't be a surprise. You took it all last night."

"I seem to have tightened up again since then. Jesus, that's - that's stretching me so much!"

"Think yourself lucky I didn't stick it in your arse, like I did with Sam."

"I'd have screamed the place down. But - but isn't my cunt - tight enough for you?" She was slowly forcing herself down onto my cock, and yes, her cunt was plenty tight enough. And it was a horny sight, seeing a woman with her legs spread wide, slowly impaling herself on me. Even if she did look terrifyingly like my mum.

"Mmm. Nice and tight. Is my cock big enough for you?"

"Fuck, it's big enough for two of me," she replied, a little breathlessly as she sank lower.

I've always found cowgirl to be one of the hottest positions. The girl gets to control the depth and tempo - in fact, she does most of the work - while the guy gets the most erotic view in the world, of a wide-spread pussy falling and rising on his cock, and the lady's tits bouncing in time with the penetration. By now, I'd come to terms with the fact that the lady (or, in this case, slut) bouncing on my cock looked just like my mother - albeit my mother in the horniest fetish gear imaginable - and instead focused on the sensations caused by her hot, tight little cunt sliding up and down. She seemed tighter than I remembered from the previous night, or perhaps she was just gripping me harder.

I reached up and cupped her breasts in both hands, encouraging her to push down harder and feel the deep penetration she'd enjoyed the night before. She cried out as I hit her cervix.

"Oh fuck, that's deep!"

"Of course it is. I have a big cock."

"It's - fuck! - it's not big, it's ENORMOUS!"

"If you say so." I bucked my hips, and she shrieked.

"FUCK! Jesus, that's - that's..."

"Deep? It is. You like?"

"Not - not sure. It's - it's intense."

"You enjoyed it last night."

"My - my cervix is - is maybe a little - bruised? Just - just slightly - slightly less. Let me - let me just ride it. Please?"

I didn't mind; her cunt was plenty tight enough for my pleasure. And she seemed very happy with the G-spot stimulation as she rode up and down.

Then I moved a hand down and slid my thumb onto her clit. She tried to muffle the scream as I gently rubbed that over-sensitised bud while ignoring her request and thrusting up rapidly, repeatedly and quite forcefully into her cunt. She didn't protest this time, and I guess she tolerated less than a minute's worth of this treatment before I felt her start to come. Which I took as my signal to unload, about thirty seconds later, relishing the gentle undulations inside her vagina as it caressed my cock.

She collapsed on top of me and lay there, panting, as my penis slowly softened and then slid out of her, followed by a sticky gloop of semen.

"You know how to give a girl a hard workout. I guess that was a variant on Bodypump." I had, of course, heard of the Les Mills workout with weights, but I was surprised that Zoe also knew about it. "You've certainly pumped my body - and then pumped it full of cum." She reached between her legs, scooped up some sticky fluid on her finger and tasted it. "Hmm, not bad. I've tasted worse."

"Well, if you want a repeat performance tonight, you could try licking some more off my cock."

"Greedy boy! You've only just finished enjoying my cunt, and now you want to try a different hole." Before I could reply, she slid down my body, knelt on the floor and took my softening dick in her mouth. Sometimes I'm just too oversensitised so soon after coming to have anything done to my cock. Other times, like now, I'm ready to go after just a couple of minutes.

And Zoe's blowjob was good. Her mouth was wet, warm and welcoming. She took most of my cock inside while it was soft, and then made it hard enough that she struggled to retain it. Her tongue was very skilled, swirling around my cock-head and giving it the kind of attention it craves. As I went from soft to semi-hard to fully erect, I tried to repeat the trick of the night before, pushing into her throat in the hope of sliding through. She coughed and gagged, pulling her head back.

"Shit, you're a nasty boy. You had Sam's arse and now you want my throat!"

"You gave it to me willingly last night. I just thought I could reclaim it now."

"It's - like I said, it's still feeling a bit bruised from the pounding you gave it yesterday. I'll suck you off if you like, but I can't take you right down tonight."

"I can think of a couple of other places it could go instead." I reached down and pulled her up against me as I stood, lifting us both upright. I kissed her, spread my legs so I could slide my cock into her slit and then squeezed and tweaked her nicely-shaped breasts as my mouth played with hers. We were like that for a couple of minutes, me sliding my hard dick in her slick valley and hearing her excited moans as my tongue traced wet lines on her neck and throat. Then, without warning, I turned her around and bent her over the sofa, returning my cock to that slit, its upward pressure focused on her clit. She gasped. And let out a moan of protest as I slid it backwards, just teasing the entrance to her cunt and then pressing it, upright, into the cleft between her buttocks.

"So, you don't want me to fuck your arse?"

"No! You're much too fucking big!"

I slid my cock up and down, pressed tightly in that crack. "Sure? Sam loved it."

"Sam - Sam's a slut."

"And you said my mum likes it too."

"I told you - Angie's a slut. An anal slut." It was strange, hearing my mother being abused in this way by her sister, but I persisted.

"And you're not? Sam couldn't deep throat me. Sam didn't talk dirty to me." My hand snaked around under her hip, cupped her smooth mound and insinuated a finger into the open slit. She let out a long, very horny-sounding moan.

"OK, OK, I'm - I can be dirty when I - oh fuck! - when I want to but - but I really can't take you in my arse. If you were smaller, maybe. But you're - you're fucking enormous!"

"Thank you for saying so." I rubbed her clit some more. She squealed.

"Shit, that's so - fuck, that's..."

"Hot? Sexy?" I lifted a little and let the head of my cock brush down her crack. As I moved it back up, it lodged against her sphincter.

"NO! FUCK NO! Not in my arse, please!"

"So what do you want?"

"In my cunt. Stick it in my fucking OOOOOH!"

It was a simple, fluid movement to slide down the back of her open slit, find the entrance to the hole in question and fill it in a single thrust. My hands moved to her hips so I could hold her still as I pounded into her.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" she moaned, loudly.

"Yes, Zoe, that's what I'm doing. Fucking you." With her pussy open and stretched from the earlier hard pounding it had received, there was little resistance. I went in all the way, hitting the end-stop and this time pressing hard on it, forcing her entire body to move slightly up the bed.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" she squealed.

"Yeah, I'm trying for a second coming," I breathed in her ear.

I started the long, deep thrusts that I'd used before. She moaned and squealed incoherently. The change from teasing to deep, hard fucking had surprised her - even shocked her - but it didn't take her long to get fully into the moment.

"Oh YES! FUCK! Yes, DEEEP! Deep in my cunt. Yes, shove it - OH FUCK - shove it INNNNN!"

I kept on, at roughly the pace I'd finished on last time, and a lot harder than I'd started. Zoe moaned and squealed and grunted, and encouraged me with her delightful turn of phrase.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! OH FUCK! YES! YES! OH YES, SIR!"

'Oh, so we're getting into a sub-dom situation here, are we?' I thought. "Is this what you want, slut?" I asked, pounding her hard.

"OH FUCK! FUCK, YES, S-SIR!" she panted.

"Tell me, slut. Tell me what you want."

"FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT! PLEASE, SIR, FUCK MY SLUTTY WET CUNT!"

"You've got it, slut," I replied, pounding harder. If, as she'd claimed, her cervix had been bruised by the previous night's activity, either it had recovered sufficiently to provide pleasure, or I was bypassing it to hit the spongy area behind it. Each time I hit bottom, she let out a little yelp. I could feel myself getting closer, so I grabbed a tit in one hand and slapped the other over her smooth, wet mound. My finger on her clit got her moaning louder, and my firm pressure on her breast, as well as my palm swirling over her nipple, had her panting and gasping.

Then for the grand finale - I let go of her nice soft boob and, after a couple of circuits of the hole to pick up lube, pushed my thumb into her arse. She shrieked. I worked it in and out maybe a dozen times, pulling on the sensitive ring before I felt the first throb of orgasm.

"Take it, slut," I breathed in her ear. "Take my big cock up your cunt. Take my naughty thumb up your arse. Be grateful it's not the other way around. Or should I finish in that tight hole?"

She let out another shriek, and the spasms in her arse became stronger. Her leg muscles started to tremble.

"NO! NOT - NOT IN MY - OH FUUUCK! OH MY GOD! AAAAAH!!!"

Her legs started twitching around like crazy, the pulsing in her arse became more powerful, and I could feel her cunt gripping and releasing my cock. But I wasn't quite ready yet. I kept thrusting - and she kept coming, making incoherent noises as her whole body began to thrash around.

"STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! OH MY GOD!" she moaned as I pounded her cunt even harder. I was leaning on her now, using my body to hold her down.

"FUCKING COME!" she moaned.

"Where?" I teased.

"In my cunt! In my fucking overused cunt!" she growled through gritted teeth.

"As you wish," I replied. And came. Rather explosively.

*****

"Good fuck last night," Ray asked in a matter-of-fact tone as we both helped ourselves to muesli. I looked around, but the women were all talking noisily and excitedly on the other side of the room.

"Yes, thank you. Your wife is - er - energetic, demanding and has an interesting vocabulary. She also has some seriously horny outfits and looks very sexy in them. How was my mum's arse?"

"Oh, tight and accommodating as usual. And I love the way she twitches and moans when she comes that way. I'm glad to see that you're adapting well to the way we operate around here."

"Well, I don't have much choice. It appears that you've been living a fairly open sexual lifestyle for some time."

"That's one way of putting it," Ray replied, helping himself to a rather large portion of berries. "We've been fucking one another for years. If your dad hadn't been such a tosser with plans of his own, we could've had a great time. As it was, Angie, Zoe and Sam have always been up for it. I just went along for the ride - and a pretty spectacular ride it's been."

"Not Jo, then?"

"She was just a kid when all of this started, and she keeps herself to herself. The others are happy to share their exploits and tell everyone about them, but I think Jo just prefers to be more private."

Mum got up from the table where she was sitting with her sisters and Chrissy, and came over to where we were standing. Ray smiled, gave her a friendly little kiss and took his breakfast across to the table.

"How are you enjoying it so far, Mattie?"

"It's been something of an eye-opener. I wasn't expecting to be used so blatantly as a sex object."

"But you don't seem to be objecting. Zoe and Sam seem pretty smug."

"Did you really..." I lowered my voice. "Did you really get, er, sodomised by Ray?"

She smiled and cocked her head to one side. "Why, is that such a bad thing?"

"Shit, Mum, it's a lot to come to terms with. My aunt Sam is a raving nympho, my aunt Zoe can - can deep throat me, you seem to enjoy it up the arse and - and it seems my dad wasn't my biological father."

Her face fell. "I'd hoped that you wouldn't find that last fact out from someone other than me. Who told you?"

"Nobody told me - just a few hints. But I guess it doesn't matter anymore. In recent years, I've felt that he and I were drifting apart, becoming strangers. Maybe he realised and resented the fact that I was someone else's child. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"Look, Mattie. It turned out that your dad's sperm were like him: lazy and useless. I married him because he was kind to me after I'd broken up with a guy who I'd thought was the love of my life. I realised less than a year later that it was a mistake, but I stuck with it, because I needed financial security and I wanted a baby. But despite trying for several years, your dad seemed incapable of helping me make one. We fucked reasonably often, but I never got pregnant. Anyway, Zoe and I went to a schoolfriend's wedding. We shared a room at the hotel, and we ended up sharing it with one of the members of the wedding band. We played the 'which sister?' game with him, but he worked it out quite quickly. Zoe had recently given birth to Chrissy and was slacker than me. He was everything your dad wasn't: tall, muscular, well-hung and fertile. Zoe and I had a great time, so did he, and a few weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant. Obviously, I pretended that Ed was your father. I think he believed me at first, but as you grew, it became more and more obvious that there was little family resemblance."

"But everyone says you left Dad because he'd been playing away. Seems like you did it first."

"No. He was fucking his secretary, and then one of his colleagues, within a few months of the wedding - probably earlier than that. I guess I suspected early on, but I didn't want to believe it. I found receipts that showed he'd had a meal for two at a hotel when he'd stayed away on business. There were other clues: blonde hairs on his suit jacket, condoms in a pocket. That's when I confided in Zoe - and when she offered to share Ray with me. He was handsome back then - still is, in my opinion - and he made me feel things that I'd never felt with Ed. And then - then things took off. Do you despise me for it?"

I smiled, reached out and hugged her. "You're my mum. A bit eccentric, perhaps, and with a rather wilder outlook on life than I'd ever imagined, but you're still my mum." I kissed her. There were tears in her eyes.

"So you've forgiven your mum for pimping you to her sisters?" Jo said as we stood, holding our coffee cups, on the terrace behind the house.

"Are you saying it was her idea?"

"I think Zoe and Sam made some risqué remarks on one of our Zoom calls when we were planning this weekend, and she took the bait. We knew when you arrived that they'd all make a play for you, and I think Ange encouraged it. Do you resent that?"

"I guess it's hard to when I've had some pretty memorable sex over the last few nights."

"If you'd like to go for the full set and have some more memorable sex tonight, mine's the last door on the right." She gave me a cheeky grin and kissed me on the cheek. "Seeing that everyone else has had a go, I feel it's my turn." Then she turned and walked back into the house, leaving me, once again, astonished.

Later, I took Zoe and Ray's boat and rowed upstream with Jo and Chrissy as passengers. Again, they pointed out flora and fauna that I would've missed and couldn't have named even if I'd spotted them. I remember some Little Grebes that Chrissy referred to as Dabchicks, some black and white tufted ducks and the rather rank smell of Himalayan Balsam along the banks. Jo didn't mention her earlier offer to me, though she did occasionally whisper something to Chrissy, who giggled. And I managed two bacon baps from a riverside café; I really needed that protein.

Back at the house, I got a fairly blatant come-on from Sam; hoisting herself up onto one of the low garden walls and giving me a pantie-less upskirt view was pretty blatant behaviour in my opinion. "Nice view?" she asked, coquettishly.

"Haven't you had enough?" I replied.

"My pussy's voracious. It likes a large meal every day. Do you have one on offer?"

I considered for a moment. "I need something a little tighter. If your arse is on offer, then maybe."

"Jesus Christ! You're a dirty boy!"

"Yes. And I think you're a dirty girl. If you're dirty enough, you can come to my room in, shall we say, half an hour, lubed and ready. Anal only, though your pussy will get eaten first." Sure, I was being a bastard, but I knew Sam was a slut who was desperate to get fucked by me in any way she could get.

And sure enough, with her arsehole wrapped tightly around my cock as she straddled and rode me, and her drooling, well-licked pussy getting further stimulation from my thumb, I had the best seat in the house. Anal cowgirl is even better than regular cowgirl. Not only is the hole that's embracing you tighter and more taboo, but you're looking straight into a very wet and spread cunt, and watching the expression on the lady's face as she struggles to accept the stretch and depth of penetration in her tightest hole.

She moaned loudly. I'd thought about insisting she wear a ball-gag, but as everyone in the house seemed to know who was fucking who - primarily who I happened to be fucking - I was less concerned that I would have been a few days earlier.

And yes, despite her protests two nights earlier, Sam absolutely got off on anal sex. Once the difficult initial insertion had been achieved - and she'd come to my room, douched, lubed and plugged - it wasn't long before her third orgasm hit. (The first and second had been from riding my face for around twenty minutes.) I gritted my teeth as her arse undulated around my tightly-gripped cock and forced myself not to come. And when she'd stopped shaking, I pressed on, bouncing her on my hips and teasing that spread, open pussy and that prominent clit with my thumb until she was moaning, writhing and begging me to stop, when I finally let go. And let me tell you, it was a gusher!

***

"You've got some fucking stamina!" Jo said as we met in the hall on our way to lunch. "I've never met a guy who can manage more than twice a night. You seem to have been up all weekend. And when I say 'up', I mean..."

"Yeah, I get your drift," I replied wearily. "Look, I have to keep in good physical shape to do my sports. And honestly, I'm just satisfying a demand I didn't even know existed before I got here on Thursday evening. I wasn't expecting any sex before I arrived, and Sam started throwing herself at me. I guess I was hoping to strike up a relationship with Chrissy, but I was quickly disabused of any notions I may have had in that direction."

Jo laughed. "Yes. That would've been a bit of a forlorn hope. But maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just a thought. But anyway, do you have anything left over for the poor relation?" She gave me a winsome smile.

I looked her straight in the eye and, on an impulse, put a hand on each of her slender shoulders. "If you're asking whether I fancy you and would be interested in exploring sexual possibilities, then the answer is 'absolutely'. And if you have the stamina and can come multiple times, I'm very ready to oblige. But be aware that I'm rather big."

"I'd gathered that. Sam told us about you. And yes, that's a bit scary but also intriguing. I..."

At that moment, Mum came downstairs, so we smiled and went into the dining room for lunch. Mum took hold of my arm and said, softly, "Sam again? She's a greedy girl, that one."

"Well, none of your sisters seems to be fasting when it comes to sex. But it seems you set this up, which I'm a bit pissed off about."

Her eyebrows went up, and she gave me what I might call a 'mocking' smile. "Oh really? So you think I've sold you into sex slavery? And you're upset about being a sexual plaything for a bunch of older women? Come on, Mattie. I don't know how much you were getting at uni, but so far you haven't turned anyone down. And if I'm not mistaken, Jo's planning to be the next in line. You didn't seem to be fighting her off."

I shrugged. I couldn't object, because Mum was right. Sure, I'd had a lot of partners at uni, and both Gemma and Alison had been pretty demanding fuck-buddies, but the opportunity to fuck a couple of older women that I'd grown up with had been too tempting to refuse. Realising that my own mother had set this up was a shock, but I'd not made any attempt to resist.

Over lunch, Jo kept making eye contact. I smiled back. She gave me a 'quizzical' look, and I smiled and nodded. With her wrists on the table, she spread her hands to indicate ten digits; ten o'clock. I nodded again to show I'd understood. She then indicated with her hand and mouthed the words 'come straight in'. I guessed that she didn't want anyone to hear me knocking or see me waiting outside her door.

I again borrowed Ray's bike and went out for a longer ride, this time alone. I felt sure Sam would still be 'saddle sore' after our most recent encounter. I got back in time to shower and change before dinner.

Over the meal, I studiously ignored the fact that Sam and Zoe - and my mother - were flaunting their ripe sexuality in skimpy dresses. It was hard - and so was I. Jo excused herself around nine, Chrissy went off to check her emails, and Sam and Ray sat, discussing politics, so I helped Mum and Zoe clear away and load the dishwasher, declined Ray's usual offer of a whisky and said goodnight.

At five past ten, with condoms in my pocket, I hurried barefoot down the corridor to Jo's room, opened the door and slipped quietly inside. The light was dim, but what I saw surprised me.

Jo was sitting in the bed, the sheet pulled up to her hips but otherwise naked, smiling at me. Her breasts were smaller than those of her sisters, but nicely shaped and very firm-looking. She wore full makeup, big earrings and a prominent navel piercing.

But the surprising thing was that, alongside her, Chrissy was sitting, smiling, and equally naked from the waist up. Her breasts were significantly larger, but still firm-looking, with large, pink areolae. Her smile was inscrutable. She also had a navel piercing and wore the same choker she'd sported at dinner on the first night. (I notice these things).

"Hi there. I - I didn't expect..."

"The Spanish Inquisition?" Jo replied with a grin. "Before you get the wrong idea, Chrissy and I have been entertaining each other while we waited. And you won't have the opportunity to 'convert' her." She made 'air quotes'. "Chrissy's here in the capacity of a spectator."

"I've only ever seen one boy's cock in my life," she explained - unnecessarily in my view. "Adrian Morris tried to get me to suck his when we were at the end-of-school party just before I went off to uni. I was disgusted. We'd kissed and I let him feel my breasts, but when he got his cock out, I ran away. I was crying when Marie Parish found me. She hugged me and told me it would be all right. And it was, because half an hour later, we were kissing and making out in the back garden. So, Mattie, I'm a virgin who's curious about boys fucking girls. I don't want you to fuck me, but I'd love to watch you fuck Jo. If that's OK with you."

"Look," Jo said, pulling back the sheet to show they were both naked, "It's time you got undressed and joined us. We can talk about it later." Two smooth pussies were on display, Chrissy's with quite prominent inner lips.

My T-shirt came off first.

"Ooh, look at those pecs and shoulders!" Jo purred with a grin.

I turned around and pulled my jeans down. "Nice arse," Jo said from behind me. "Now show us what you've got. Don't be coy."

I finished pulling my jeans over my feet, retrieved a strip of condoms from my pocket, and as requested, turned around. I was already mostly hard from the sight of not one but two hot, fit and above all young, naked women, clearly wanting sexual attention.

"Oh my God," Chrissy squealed, bringing her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide in surprise.

"Fuck! Sam said you were big, but that!" Jo added. "Did that really go up Sam's arse?"

"Twice," I replied smugly, as I headed to the bed. I climbed onto the mattress at the foot end and crawled up to turn and lie down between them. And instantly felt not one but two hands reach down to seize my cock.

"I thought you weren't interested in sex with men," I said, turning to Chrissy.

"I'm not. I'm just curious about this," she replied, stroking her palm around the head. "Like I said, I've only seen one before, and it was way smaller than yours. It feels silky. No, not silky; velvety. And sticky. And - and unfeasibly big."

Jo's hand had moved down to cup and stroke my balls as Chrissy's fingers embraced my shaft and slid down, then up again. She was looking at my cock in fascination as she stroked it. I felt I could tolerate quite a lot of this.

I turned to look at Jo. "What do you think?"

"Well, you're hot..." She moved so she could caress my shoulder and upper arm with her other hand. We kissed. "With a great body. And you've got an enormous cock. Which I guess is fine for my sisters, who've all had kids and who are - let's face it - sluts, but it's just a bit worrying for someone like me who's proud of her tight little pussy."

"I won't hurt you. I promise."

"I might not give you the chance. That thing is pretty intimidating."

"Well, you've come this far. I could help you come further." At that, I lay back on the pillow and slid a hand down each of the female bodies flanking me, cupping two plump, smooth mounds and slipping a finger into each of two wet and inviting slits.

"Ooh! Who said you could do that?" Chrissy's expression showed that her outrage was feigned.

"Who said you could stroke my cock? And I'm sure I'm not doing anything Jo couldn't do or hasn't done to you. Tell me if I'm going too far. And you can go as far as you like with me."

Having seemingly set the ground rules, I started kissing each of them in turn. I'd originally accompanied Mum on this weekend, intending to try to convert my teenage infatuation with my older cousin into some form of relationship - emotional and/or physical. After discovering Chrissy's sexual preferences, I'd assumed that anything more than friendship was off limits. It seemed that there was a surprise around every corner.

Fingering and kissing while having your cock stroked is fun, but I wanted to move on. Someone was going to come tonight - I hoped all 3 of us - but to achieve this, we needed to get properly started.

"Ladies, I need to focus. Which of you would like some treatment first?"

"You first," Chrissy said to Jo. "I'll watch. And assist. Move over so I can get in closer"

So Jo and I changed places on the bed and I began by kissing, hugging and caressing her - usually a good place to start. I ran my hands over her skin, feeling the firm flesh underneath. Then I moved to straddle her leg, before starting to lick and stroke her skin in all the standard places. She purred appreciatively. In between licks, I kissed her.

Meanwhile, Chrissy started stroking Jo's thigh and then leaned in to suck a nipple. I shuffled lower, easing my aunt's legs wider apart and working on the other breast. It was strange; I'd never been in a threesome before, and this was a weird one, with two close relatives, one of whom was a self-declared lesbian but had been stroking my cock a few minutes earlier.

Chrissy's hand moved higher and started caressing Jo's neat pussy. Jo moaned softly as I resumed kissing her and stroking the nearest breast; my cousin was still sucking on the other nipple. Then Jo's hand curled around my cock and started stroking it gently. This all seemed pretty good.

After a while, I started to move down, reluctantly pulling away from the delightful hand-job that Jo was giving me, intent on some pussy munching. But Chrissy stopped me.

"I'll get her wet. You just keep her occupied until I think she's ready to take this." She closed her hand around my cock and stroked it a couple of times.

So I went back to kissing Jo and stroking and licking her upper body. My nails traced a line down the side of her neck, across her shoulder, long her arm to her inner elbow, then over to her firm titty with its small but erect nipple. I dipped down, seized the other breast and alternated between them, sucking and licking. Meanwhile, Chrissy seemed to be devouring the pink meat between Jo's thighs, and my aunt was soon writhing around and moaning softly.

I heard Chrissy say, "I think she's ready. Roll her over and go in from behind."

But Jo said, "No. No, I - want to watch it - go in."

Chrissy shrugged and moved back alongside Jo. I slid between my aunt's legs and bent forward, still squeezing her breasts and kissing her, my cock bumping and rubbing on her smooth, plump mound. I pressed it down into the open slit, rubbing firmly into that wet valley. Meanwhile, Chrissy moved closer, and she and I were almost jostling for position over Jo's firm tits. Her hand stroked Jo's inner thigh, then slid up between our bodies to skim across her flat abdomen. And then, back down, to grip my cock and steer it up and down Jo's slit.

I looked across at her in surprise. Chrissy smiled at me, guiding my cock, encouraging me to lift up a little so she could slide it deep between her friend's pussy lips, moving its tip up and down to stimulate all of the wet and slightly crinkly surfaces around the hole that was my goal. (Oh, the poetry!). Then she turned to Jo, who seemed rather spaced out.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Mmm. Think so," Jo breathed back. And with that, Chrissy positioned my cock-head at the entrance of Jo's vagina and turned to me.

"All yours," she said. "Be gentle with her."

I looked at Jo's face with an inquisitive expression. She bit her lip and then nodded, clearly a little apprehensive but ready to try this new experience. She curled forward a little so she could see between her own legs.

"Should I - should I use a condom?"

"No. Do it now, before I change my mind," she said softly.

So I pushed. I kept it slow but insistent, watching her face for signs of pain or discomfort. Jo's eyelids fluttered. "Fuck - fuck, that's - that's a big one!" she breathed.

"Does it feel OK?" I asked.

"I'll - I'll let you know. Keep going," she replied in a slightly strained voice. She curled up, resting on her elbows behind her to get a better view of the insertion, and gasped a little as I probed deeper. I noticed that Chrissy had also turned a little to get a better view. "Jesus, that's - that looks like quite a stretch, baby. Are you alright?"

Jo started taking short breaths, as you're told that women do when they're giving birth. "Yeah, it feels - it feels weird and - and a little uncomfortable. He's still - still stretching me. I'm - I'm pretty tight."

"Pretty tight isn't in it. Fuck, you're tighter than anyone I've had in - in quite a while," I replied. "Are you OK?"

"Stop - stop asking. If it hurts, I'll - I'll scream. If I moan and gasp a little, you can - you can take it that it - doesn't feel bad."

'Not bad' wasn't what I was aiming for. 'Ecstatic' or 'pre-orgasmic' was where I wanted to take her. I eased slowly back and then pushed a little deeper, rocking my way in, as both women watched, apparently fascinated by the way my big cock opened, spread and invaded Jo's wet, hot and extremely tight pussy.

Jo let out a sharp breath. "Oh! Oh, that's - that's - interesting," she murmured.

"What?" Chrissy seemed to want to know exactly what Jo was feeling. Was she gearing up to try my cock as well? I guess I could hope...

"He's pressing on my - AAH! On my G-spot. Christ, that's - that's - OH YES!"

So far, it had all been about the insertion, sliding something bigger than Jo had ever felt before into her ultra-tight little fuck hole. But now, I'd loosened the first few inches sufficiently to try a few actual strokes, and I carefully stimulated the spot that Jo seemed to appreciate. I began a slow but insistent in-out action, penetrating no more than about half the length of my cock - ten or twelve centimetres - and watching her face for the reaction. Judging by her expression and the way her head lolled back and around, I interpreted this as broadly good.

I edged deeper, getting some appreciative gasps and moans from Jo. I then tried pulling almost out and sliding in even deeper.

Chrissy breathed, "Oh my God!" And then Jo shrieked. "OW! Whoa! Too deep!"

"What?" I asked, somewhat surprised. My other aunts had craved the deep penetration.

"You - you hit my cervix. It hurts."

"Sorry. How's this?" I kept the penetration to no more than half my cock and focused on working her G-spot. Before she could answer, Chrissy's hand moved down, cupped Jo's mound, and a finger moved onto her clit.

Jo was still lifted up on her elbows, alternately looking up at me and then down between her legs. I kept my thrusts slow and not too deep, pulling almost out each time to maximise the friction on her pussy walls and particularly her G-spot. Chrissy's hand was still on Jo's mount while she sucked a nipple, or I'd have pulled right out and run my cock-head across my aunt's clit.

And then I had an idea. I shifted my weight onto one rigid arm and slipped my freed hand between Chrissy's legs. She looked up in surprise. I just smiled back and started stroking my cousin's pussy. Would she object? Sure, she might not want my cock, but how would she feel about a guy feeling her up? It seemed she didn't seem to mind stroking my cock.

Chrissy and I exchanged glances. She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. And so we continued, me fucking Jo, slowly upping the pace without increasing the depth, Chrissy stroking Jo's pussy, sucking her nipple, and occasionally kissing her. Meanwhile, I teased my cousin's pussy, trying to help two women to orgasm simultaneously. The tight, hot wetness of Jo's pussy, the close erotic presence of two hot ladies and the sheer debauched nature of the situation were all beginning to push me towards my own orgasm - something I was determined to delay until everyone else was satisfied.

"Do you like my cock?" I panted, as my arousal was getting close to a point of no return.

"Fuck! It's - it's so fucking big!" she replied in a hoarse whisper.

"Are you - are you going to come on my cock?"

"I - oh fuck, I'm close!"

"Then come. How do you want it? Harder? Faster? Deeper?"

"Just - just keep - keep fucking me - like - like that," she murmured.

"Fuck, that - that looks so hot!" Chrissy added, looking down at my cock sliding in and out between Jo's spread legs.

"Want some?" I asked with a grin.

"No. It's Jo's toy. If you think you can, show us how you can make a girl come with it. I didn't think a guy could do that just from fucking a girl."

I took up the challenge. "Move your hand away. Let me show you."

Chrissy - reluctantly, it seemed - withdrew her fingers from Jo's slit. I pulled back - and out, making Jo moan in distress. And then moan in surprise as I pressed my cock into her slit and slid it up and down over her clit a few times. I looked at Chrissy, who stared back, wide-eyed.

Then I slowly let my cock-head trace a line from just above Jo's clit to the entrance of her fuck-hole, and then thrust in, hard but not too deep. Jo's little gasp was an obvious sign of pleasure. And then I rocked my hips back and forth, keeping the thrusts short but aimed right at her G-spot.

And that seemed to do the trick, because Jo's vocalisations went up an octave and she began bucking her hips. I waited until I was sure she was there or thereabouts before pulling back and thrusting harder and longer, stopping short of her cervix but giving her as hard a pounding as I could manage.

"OOH! OOH! OOOH! OOOH! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH! OH MY GOD!" were among the noises that came out of Jo's mouth. I gritted my teeth and waited until her legs started shaking. And then - then I pulled out.

My cock was throbbing, desperate for release, but I wanted to wait for just a little longer. I knelt upright, shimmied around, and then dropped down with my face between Chrissy's legs.

She wasn't expecting that, and as I rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs apart, she gave a cry of surprise, possibly of alarm. But I held onto her thighs and drove my mouth between her fleshy folds. She shrieked and writhed, grabbing my hair. But whether she felt that resistance was futile or she wanted what I was doing was unclear, as she made little effort to dislodge me.

When she'd given up all pretence of fending me off, I took my hand away from her thigh, wetted it in her drooling pussy and slowly inserted it up her arse. She made a strange keening noise in her throat as I finger-fucked her tight little arsehole and strummed her clit with my tongue. Then her legs were over my shoulders and she began drumming her heels on my back, just before I felt the tell-tale throb in her arse that told me I'd given an orgasm to a lesbian - a first for me.

As I stayed at my post, licking and rubbing and trying to ignore the bruising my back was getting from Chrissy's heels, I felt the unexpected but very welcome sensation of a wet mouth, closing around my cock. I guess Jo was returning the compliment from earlier. And fuck, it felt good. I was still hard and highly stimulated from my time in her pussy. This was just sublime.

As Chrissy's body started to go limp beneath me and I heard her begging me to stop, for once, I obeyed. Untangling myself from between my cousin's legs, I rolled slowly sideways. Sure enough, there was Jo, sucking deliciously on my cock. As I looked down, she lifted her mouth off and pushed my hip, so I rolled onto my back.

"Shit, you're so big. My jaw can't stretch that far for much longer. Chrissy, give me a hand."

"Huh?" a groggy-sounding Chrissy grunted from somewhere higher up the bed.

"Come on. You wanted to see what it looked like. Now come down here and see what it tastes like."

"You - you want me to - suck a guy's cock?"

"Yes." Jo dipped her head again to give me another delightful, lingering suck. I watched as her cheeks hollowed, felt her soft lips close around me as her tongue circled my cock-head, pressing tightly against the sensitive skin. Then she lifted off again. "Come on. It won't bite you. Just cover your teeth so you don't bite it."

I was aware of Chrissy moving around on the mattress. Then she was alongside Jo as I lay across the bed, the two women kneeling over me.

"Jo, I don't think..."

"Yes, you do think. You think you can watch me get fucked and get your pussy licked?" Jo went down on me again. "You just wanted to watch me get pounded by this enormous cock. It got you wet, didn't it?" She sucked again. "Matthew didn't come inside me. He didn't come, Chrissy. You did and I did, and now he deserves to. Help me, for fuck's sake."

I'd of course seen two-girl blowjobs in porn movies, but I'd never experienced one before. Chrissy seemed to be participating tentatively and under duress, but even so, the feeling of two tongues snaking along my cock and swirling around the tip was exquisite. Two tongues that then proceeded to swirl delightfully around my cock-head in an erotic dance. I heard Chrissy giggle. She seemed to find the action not as revolting as she'd made out.

"Now suck him," Jo said.

"What. I mean he's - he's a man, and..."

"Yes, he is. And he has a big cock that you've just watched fucking me to orgasm. You seemed fascinated by it. You wanted to know what it was like. Well, suck it and see!"

To my amusement, Jo put her hand behind Chrissy's head and pushed it down on my cock, Chrissy squealed in protest. It felt good, but she pulled back quite abruptly.

"Christ, he's so big! How am I supposed to suck something like that? If I wanted to suck cock, God would've made me straight!"

"Matt made you come!" Jo replied. "Now help me return the compliment."

In the end, it was Jo, sucking the head of my cock and running her tongue tightly around it, while Chrissy licked up and down my shaft and around my balls, that got me off. The first spurt went into Jo's mouth, but then she abruptly pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it at Chrissy's face. My cousin cried out in alarm as two, then three spurts of creamy cum hit her cheek, her hair, and then splashed into her open mouth. Then Jo, delightfully, took me back into that wet hole and finished me off with more sucking and tongue swirling. I'd have loved to have come in her pussy - or her arse, for that matter - but having her suck me off was still very special.

Chrissy was spluttering, reaching for a tissue.

"Jo, that was a dirty trick! I've got - I've got his cum all over me!"

"And your problem is?" Jo replied with a grin.

"He's a man! I don't do men, and you know it. If I wanted to taste semen, I'd be straight - or a gay boy."

"Chrissy, baby - treat it as a new and unique experience. You've tried it. You don't have to do it again."

"Some went in my mouth!"

"Yeah. A lot went in mine. It tasted alright. How was it for you?"

"Oh, y'know - notes of ripe cherries, blackcurrants... What do you think, you silly tart? It's gooey and astringent and not something I'd willingly swallow."

"Shame. It's a flavour you get used to. And a bit like pussy juices, no two loads taste the same."

Chrissy got up and headed to the bathroom, looking somewhat pissed off. Jo and I rearranged ourselves so our heads were back on the pillows.

"You know, it is something I could get used to; the feel of your cock inside me as well as the flavour of your semen. How would you feel about that?"

I kissed her. And yes, I could taste my cum on her mouth.

"I'd like that. I'd like that a lot."

When Chrissy returned, she pulled out a bottle of Stolichnaya from under the bed, took a swig and passed it to Jo, who did the same before passing it to me.

"Helps to take away the flavour of cum," she smiled. "Of course, you don't need that."

I don't generally drink neat vodka, but I made an exception.

Chrissy climbed onto the bed, this time on the other side of Jo.

"I'm not going near that cock again," she said, eyeing me suspiciously. "I think my curiosity about cocks has been satisfied."

"As have you," I replied. "You didn't seem to object when I ate you out. And finger-fucked your arse."

"OK, so it was good, but a woman could do that just as well. Maybe better."

"Really? Jo, do you want to take up the challenge?"

***

Jo gave a little shriek when I slid my cock into her tight pussy. Chrissy was sitting up against the headboard, legs wide, head back, mouth open, breathing heavily. Jo knelt on the bed, her knees some way apart, bent low and licking away at Chrissy's rather fleshy pussy. I, meanwhile, had slid my head between Jo's thighs and was making long sweeps of my tongue up and down Jo's neat little slit. Occasionally, I'd pause to get my finger inside her tight, wet hole and find the inner target.

Finally, I sat up, turned around, coated the head of my cock with my saliva, and in a deliberate motion, moved in close to fuck my aunt. Having stretched her barely an hour earlier, there wasn't the resistance I'd encountered last time. One arm snaked around her slim hip, and my fingers made their way into the front of her slit. Meanwhile, 'on the other hand' as it were, a well-lubricated thumb teased her tight, puckered ring between her firm, pert buttocks.

I went in, one slow insertion taking me around twelve centimetres inside her hot, wet pussy. That silky tube hugged me warmly, and soon, Jo's hips were moving in synchrony with my thrusts, pushing back to swallow me, her knees moving wider apart as if to more easily accommodate the monster that was invading her tight hole.

Unlike Sam's loud vocalisations, this time I could hear only soft moans, sighs and grunts as the two women enjoyed the attentions being paid to their respective pussies. Apart from the downward view of Jo's firm 'bubble butt', facing me was a pre-orgasmic Chrissy, her nipples hard like redder bulls-eyes in the middle of the big pink areolae, her large tits moving up and down as her breathing became heavier. I noticed that her hands were in Jo's short, dark hair, as if urging her to lick and probe deeper. I couldn't see what Jo was doing with her hands, but I guessed some form of penetration was going on.

And talking of penetration, I was trying to see how deep I could go inside Jo without hurting her. I carefully angled my thrusts, first to stimulate her G-spot the way that she clearly loved, and then, haughtily, to see if I could nudge my way past that pesky cervix and hit the soft spot beyond. When I did, Jo let out a long "MMMMMMM!" from between Chrissy's thighs, but didn't lift her head. I stayed deep, moving barely two centimetres either way, just pressing on the zone that I suspected Jo had never had stimulated before.

She lifted her head long enough to gasp "Oh my God!" before Chrissy pushed her head back down again.

"Don't stop! Make me come, bitch!" she gasped.

Jo obliged, licking and fingering until I could hear Chrissy moaning louder and louder. And I sensed Jo wasn't far off, so I tried rotating my hips so the shaft of my cock rubbed her G-spot while the head pressed up against her womb. And then I hit the overload button. I pushed my thumb inside her tight arsehole.

The heptathlon sports all develop different muscle groups. The pole vault, shot put, hurdles; they build up your whole body in ways other disciplines don't. Which was just as well, because keeping my grip on Jo, having a full-on, whole-body orgasm was a challenge. About ten seconds in, I managed to pull back enough to make the two or three deep thrusts that took me over the edge.

As we all snuggled down afterwards - I thought, 'Why go back to my room and pretend I hadn't fucked yet another aunt?' - Jo said, "Don't forget what I said. I really could get used to this."

I kissed her.

"So could I," I replied.