by Robert Hyull
Chapter Five
That started a new phase of my life. Brandy got the most benefit, being my sister and living in the same house. She sneaked into my bedroom when my parents were asleep. And when Heather got inducted into the fuck club, it was in Brandy's room, so she got some then too.
Heather had the smallest tits but she had brown nipples in very wide areolas. They seemed to cover most of her breasts. It was her who first taught me how to kiss a quim. She had hers shaved, just like Brandy and I suspected they did each other. I asked to watch next time but they refused and said it was a girl thing. But Heather compensated because she liked to lie on top of me sucking my dick while I ran my tongue over her clit and used a couple of fingers on her. She would grind down on my face and flood it with cunt juice that I lapped up and swallowed. But she also made me cum and swallowed my spunk like she really enjoyed it.
We got to doing threesomes too. Like when Brandy would sit on my dick and Heather knelt over my face. And sometimes Connie would be kneeling down, licking Brandy's cunt while I fucked her from behind. I liked that position. I could reach her hanging tits and tweak the long nipples, which made her cum even harder. And it felt like I was going in deeper. I started teasing her ass, pushing a finger just inside the tight muscle ring and that made her climax harder too. I never got an invite to do anal but with three tight bunnies to stuff I didn't care.
I said three, yes. So if you've been paying attention, you'll realise that Naomi wasn't part of the club. She still came round for sleepovers even though she was 21 by then. But it never went further than me chatting with her and Brandy. I had come to the conclusion she must really be a lesbian. Or maybe she had a boyfriend she never talked about. I was sad but I couldn't complain. It wasn't many guys who had three attractive girls queuing up for no-hassles sex. I think they call them fuck buddies these days but that sounds rather cold and empty. We all still liked each other too.
A couple of months later though, I had gone to bed leaving Brandy and Naomi to it. There was a knock on my door and I figured it might be my sister feeling in need of some porking. But it was Naomi who came in and sat on the edge of my bed. Her face was kinda screwed up and she was twisting a handkerchief between her hands.
"Can I ask you something and you won't laugh?" she started hesitantly. Then without waiting for a reply, "Do you like me?"
"You've always been my favourite but don't tell the others that."
"Then how come you don't show it? Like asking me on a date or something?"
I did laugh then. "You? But you're far too beautiful for someone like me. I might as well climb Mount Olympus and ask Venus to go out with me." My mythology was rather lacking as you might guess.
"But what if I wanted you to?" Naomi kept her eyes on the carpet.
"You… you'd really want to go out with someone like me?" I could hardly credit it.
"Not someone like you. You," she shrunk into herself and I could barely hear the next words. "I've been in love with you for years, Cal."
I blinked hard. The girl of my dreams was in love with me. How did I feel about that. "I think I love you too, Naomi, but I never dared do anything about it in case I never saw you again."
Naomi looked up and met my eyes for the first time since she had entered the room. "Really? You wouldn't mind having me as a girlfriend?"
"Mind! I'd be over the moon. I would do anything for you. I'll never have sex with the others again!"
"Oh you needn't go that far," Naomi replied with a small smile. "They're all my friends and I know it doesn't mean anything."
No, we didn't dive into bed throwing our clothes to the four winds. We talked. We kissed. We hugged. And I tried not to think of how Naomi looked naked. This was too important to wreck it by being hasty.
"About time," Brandy commented when we happened to be in the kitchen together the next morning. "Poor girl has been pining for you as long as I can remember and you were too thick to see it." I was too happy to make any snarky comment back at her.
The next months were strange. I got engaged to Naomi within weeks. We went everywhere together and I loved her more each day. We didn't do more than kiss though. My fiancée asked for a real white wedding and I would have given her anything she wanted just for the joy of having her by my side.
And she was there by my side when either Heather, Brandy or Connie came to my room for sex. Naomi didn't mind as long as it was only when we were together. She would sit on the side of the bed watching us and squirming her bottom but she never gave in to the excitement she must have been feeling.
The wedding was a quiet affair. I was still at college studying engineering and Naomi had a job as a stylist so we didn't have loads of money. I did a lot of part time work in the harbour, working on boat engines, to buy her a nice white gold ring. And my parents paid for us to spend a week in a tourist cabin in the nearby national park as a honeymoon.
We arrived there in Naomi's car the evening after the reception. The sun had gone down and the sky was a deep blue studded by more stars than I had ever seen before. We sat outside for a while with a bottle of wine, just experiencing the forest silence.
"Wish upon a star?" Naomi asked.
"I already have everything I could ever wish for," I replied.
"There must be one more thing," she giggled. When I looked towards her, she was naked, her body a pattern of shadowy depths and moonlit peaks. Naomi threw herself into my lap.
I had no reply to that. I had seen her nude before but now I was seeing my wife naked for the first time. She kissed me long and deeply and I ran my hands up and down her back and cupped her tight bottom. "Take me to bed or lose me forever," Naomi giggled the classic line from Top Gun.
"Show me the way home!"
She didn't weigh too much and I did my traditional job of carrying her over the threshold. I managed that without banging her head and carried her all the way to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. Naomi scrambled up onto her knees and reached for my belt. "Get 'em off. I want you!"
We lay together naked, side by side and I leaned across Naomi, kissing her neck. Her breasts felt just as I had always imaged, warm and firm orbs with just a nice amount of give when I squeezed them. Her nipples grew taut, darker brown, the areolas crinkling up and pushing her teats higher. I tweaked and sucked on them while she writhed under me, grabbing hold of my cock.
"Put it in me," Naomi demanded. I manoeuvred over her body with my knees between her legs and my elbows beside her head. I had got better at finding the entrance over the past months, so I got the glans wedged inside and then pushed. It was amazingly tight. Tighter than any of the others. I pushed harder and she cried out, grimacing with pain.
"No, don't stop!" she commanded. So I pushed again and something gave way. There was a flood as though she had climaxed and I was fully inside her.
"You should have said you were a virgin." I was a bit slow on the uptake but I got there eventually.
"I saved it for you," Naomi's face was relaxing as the pain diminished. I was lost for words and almost felt like crying with happiness. It also reminded me that Brandy's fingers hadn't been very deep in my wife's cunt that time I watched them.
Naomi started to make tentative moves under me and I could feel her vaginal muscles relax a little so I could move in and out. I took it very slow. If she had waited all this time I wanted it to be an experience she never forgot. I withdrew and then penetrated her again, moving my hips so my cock stirred her insides and rubbed her g-spot while my groin pressed down on her clitoris.
I firmly put all thoughts of my own pleasure to one side and concentrated on giving my new wife the time of her life. She shuddered and whimpered into one climax after another while I kept the level of arousal as high as I could without losing control. "Cal," she gasped after about the fourth or fifth orgasm. "I'm not on the pill. If you don't want babies you have to pull out when you cum."
Did I want babies? There was something primitive about the idea of impregnating your
mate. Something basic and subliminal that said a man should spread his seed. And it turned me on even more. "Let's leave it for the gods to decide," I was getting too aroused to think straight. I just knew I wanted to fill my wife's cunt with my sperm like a primeval savage.
I held Naomi tight against me with an arm under her neck and a hand on her bottom as I jerked into her tight tunnel with no restraint, fucking her hard and fast. Naomi wailed into two more orgasms, each more powerful than the previous ones, before I lost control and my warm, thick cum was jetting deep into her body.
Epilogue
Naomi didn't get pregnant that day but we never used contraception and three months later the doctor confirmed she was expecting. We had been married just a year when she gave birth to our son.
I had enjoyed making love with her until near the end, her inflated belly limiting us to spoons but giving me access to her swollen, milky tits which had gained a couple of inches. Then when it got too near her due date and sex became uncomfortable, she invited Brandy, Connie and Heather to visit. Naomi sat on her bedroom chair and watched her friends relieving any frustration I might feel.
That carried on in the weeks after the birth, with Naomi often sitting there breast feeding and looking totally beautiful. It was a pattern that repeated with our second and third children. Naomi even invited them around sometimes when she had her monthly cycle. Connie and Heather dropped out after that, both in serious relationships but my sister continued to come around.
"Cal, I have something to ask you," Naomi murmured one night when we were in bed and the children were asleep. "Would you mind if Brandy moved in with us? She is too hung up on you to ever get married to anyone else but she would never come between us."
It didn't take much thinking about. I loved my sister almost as much as my wife. So two weeks later, Brandy moved in under the guise of helping Naomi with the children. I got to have them both in bed quite often and each time, I made sure I gave Brandy's big, fat nipples a good sucking, remembering how it had all started five years before.
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I was rather surprised that Patti showed no interest in going out evenings. Before she used to visit a club once or twice a week. When I asked her about it, she said she was just settling in and would probably pick it up again in a few weeks. That was the night I saw her naked. Patti was coming out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, as I headed for bed. We smiled and wished each other a good night, then as she left the bathroom the towel which was wrapped around her seemed to get snagged on something and it pulled right off her and fell to the floor.
I gawked. Patti was even more beautiful than I had imagined. Her breasts were larger than I expected, high and firm on her chest with brown nipples in wide aureoles. Her waist curved out to slender hips and her long legs. And her pubic hair was non-existent. I could clearly see the cleft of her slit. She didn't seem panicked, taking her time to turn round and bend to pick the towel from the floor. Which gave me a view of her tight little bottom with her sex lips protruding between slender thighs. "Sorry, Daddy," Patti said as she wrapped the towel around herself. I mumbled something and fled to my bedroom, blushing like crazy and with a rampant erection.
That night I couldn't force myself to picture porn stars when I masturbated. But the next day it was as though nothing had happened. Life went on as normal. Well I say normal but it seemed Patti didn't think about any effect she might be having on me. She got quite casual again about wandering about in her underwear. And sometimes when we were watching a movie, she would have come straight from the shower, just wearing a rather skimpy towel.
I tried not to look. Obviously she just saw me as a parent and it never occurred to her that I would have a male reaction to any displays of flesh. That towel left her long, tanned legs bare, which was bad enough. But more than once it came unfastened, showing off her breasts. And on a few occasions, it parted when she moved and I had a clear view of the slit between her legs and her bald mons for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds.
About The Author
Robert Hyull (Rhyull for short) is English and weird. Or eccentric as we prefer to call it. It goes with the territory. I grew up during the late 1950s and through the 1960s. Looking back it seems like a different world and I suppose it was in many ways. It was probably the last time a family could live in the suburbs without even a television and not be considered very odd, if not actively suspicious. But it seems we (two sisters and the normal quota of other relatives) survived the lack without any long-term harmful effects.
Fortunately we were on holiday when England won the World Cup though, and the hotel did have a TV room. It saw more activity than the beach that year! Male bonding but missing out on female bonding by being too shy.
Of course it was also an era in which sacred cows were being slaughtered left and right as a rebellion against the status quo in an era where the Second World War was over, rationing was being phased out and optimism filled the air. Not that I knew much about all that until later. At the time I was too busy getting books out of the library and reading them.
I read Lord of the Rings by the time I was 14 and it has remained a favourite ever since. Sherlock Holmes and Alan Quartermain's adventures, Asimov, Paol Anderson and Sprague de Camp, the list was endless. I'm not sure I got a lot out of it though, except a curiosity about those unexplored parts of the map which barely exist in these days of satellites, and a fairly good knowledge of how to use quite a lot of words in their correct context. Something I still benefit from even today.
So I grew up with my books and my fantasies, and then music. The Beatles started it in 1963 and along with every other teenager I was hooked on this new medium. Not that it ever did me much good. No tales of how I was the 27th Beatle or almost famous. Sorry. But the era did its bit to teach me to have a mutual hatred of neckties and alarm clocks. So over the years I also tried a lot of things such as selling ice cream, inventing sure-fire ways to predict the outcome of horse races and anything else which could equate with a career that didn't involve sitting at a desk.
Computers saved me. Fixing them, building them, cleaning them up and selling them. Then I discovered the Internet and taught myself to make web sites. I also learned that web sites can be full of words and started writing seriously. Or at least, I started writing again. I had been writing on and off from the age of mechanical typewriters and white gunk to erase misspellings, through sending stories to literary erotica web sites. And since very few people ever comment on the quality of such things, no one actually told me I was aspiring above my abilities. Uncrushed by negative comments I carried on into writing and also developed a side interest in computer generated art.
Then a friend pointed out the Kindle to me. So between the writing and the art, I ended up sitting at a desk all day despite my attempts to escape. But at least I can choose my hours and don't have to wear that tie!
I tend to use the word eclectic when I refer to what I write about. I get an idea and I run with it. If there are any common themes they would be that they tend to involve sex and I like characters to have a happy ending. I know it can build up tension (i.e. fill pages) if characters suffer misunderstandings and crises that make them unhappy but I really don't enjoy inflicting that on them in the name of dragging things out while they are moping around missing each other. I want them to have fun and maybe live happily ever after, not suffer emotional turmoil and uncertainty until the last page but one.
So if you enjoy characters being tortured by authors for fun and profit, you probably won't like the stories I put on Kindle. Likewise, if you prefer to have images of trains entering tunnels and other visual euphemisms for the mechanics of sex, you ought to stay away. There's not many of my stories where the characters are not going through the gamut of both foreplay and its logical conclusion. I do try and put it into an entertaining setting though, not just X meets Y and they scramble for the nearest bed. Sometimes they ev
en wait hours... days...
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