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Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 06:10:02 -0500
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Crowded House II {M/F-Oral f/Exhib ROM} By Ray1031 (C) 14 Nov
2001

The following story contains scenes and descriptions of a sexual
and erotic nature. If you are not of legal age or moral
disposition to read such stories, or it is illegal to possess or
read such stories where you are . . . then please leave.

For all others, I hope you enjoy. Comments and criticisms are
welcome . . . except from religious fanatics . . . sorry, but I
don't need people telling me I'll burn in hell if my personal
beliefs are not the same as theirs.

Thanks for your consideration.


Crowded House II, by Ray 1031 (MF-Oral, f-Exhib)


I drew my first cup of coffee for the morning and took a pen and
pad of paper to the table with me. I headed the page "House
Addition", read what I had written and put the pen down beside
the pad.

It had been only a week since Debbie and I had our first truly
sexual experience together found myself suddenly thinking of how
much my life had changed in the last few weeks. After that first
night, there had been no pretenses; no hiding things or sneaking
from room to room so her daughter's wouldn't find out. I had
simply started sleeping in the room with Debbie and Susan.
Because of the sizes of the rooms and the small closets, I had
left my clothing and dressers where they were. With the routine
we had fallen into, it made the mornings much easier.

Since that night, things had begun falling into a routine around
the house. I arrive home some time between six and nine in the
evenings. If I am home by six-thirty, we will all eat together.
If not, Debbie and the twins eat without me. When I come in late,
I find a plate prepared for me in the refrigerator and I put it
into the microwave to warm as I wash up. While I am doing this,
the girls will all assemble a setting for me at the table. Glass
of milk, bread and butter, utensils and napkin. I normally also
find my plate on the table by the time I return.

As I sit to eat, Susan will be in her playpen, in a corner behind
the table, Rachel will be on my left, Hannah on my right and
Debbie across the table from me. They will each take turns
telling me about their day as I eat. I will talk a little about
this customer or that, or something cute that happened during the
day but seldom about the work itself. After, we all move to the
living room to watch television or play a game.

At some point between nine and ten, Susan will demand her
feeding, now usually a repeat of that first night in the
recliner. Debbie and I will be cuddled together, watching
something on the television or talking. Rachel, Hannah and Susan
will be on the couch watching or playing together. When Susan
wants her food, Rachel or Hannah will bring her to us, Debbie
will position her and bare a teat. The twins then take their
showers and get ready for bed, each in their turn coming for a
hug and kiss goodnight.

After Susan has been fed, burped, and eventually falls asleep,
Debbie or I carry her to the crib, then we migrate to the couch
and begin necking and horsing around. After a time we shower
together and I spend fifteen minutes rubbing cocoa butter into
her stomach, thighs, buttocks and hips, sides and back. She's at
the beginning of her fourth month of pregnancy, and tiny as she
is, the swelling is already showing. More than the necking and
horseplay, more than the joint shower, this massage and
moisturizing rub seem to make her horny to no end.

Our first night of sex had been all her; everything we had done
was of her choice and choosing. The second night had been mostly
mine and she was pleasantly surprised to learn that I enjoy
giving oral sex to a woman as much, if not more, than she enjoys
giving oral sex to a man. I simply love the taste, I always have.
For me, no act of love making is complete without it. Twice,
since that time, we've had nights where there was only oral sex,
both of us reaching orgasm more than once. (I've always envied a
woman's ability to come repeatedly in succession, back to back,
to back, to back, with nary a break between. Climbing the
mountain higher and higher with each successive climax until
reaching the top and a truly mind numbing peak is attained.)

Sex is usually ended by Susan demanding to be changed. We clean
and change her, clean ourselves and retire to sleep. This is
always just before or after midnight.

Between two and three in the morning, Susan will want feeding
again, Debbie will rise and take her to the living room to feed
her. When the baby stirs and Debbie moves, I awaken and doze
lightly until they return. After the feeding, Debbie always
brings Susan to bed with us, placing her on my chest and stomach
to sleep. She seems to enjoy the rhythmic rise and fall as I
breath, my left hand on Susan's back so she can't roll off in her
sleep. My right shoulder Debbie uses as a pillow.

Between four-thirty and five-thirty, Susan will always awaken me
by filling her diaper and wetting my chest with any excess
dampness. That is my cue, I carry her to the living room, clean
and change her, rock her back to sleep and return her to her crib
closing the door as I leave the room. Starting the coffee pot, I
take my morning shower and dress for the day before sitting for
my first cup.

Which was where I now found myself. There was no longer any talk
or pretense of Debbie and her family moving out. I had relocated
my double bed to the twin's room and they each now had their own
bed. Though there had at first been a fight over who would sleep
in 'my' bed, this argument was settled by a game of Yahtzee with
the bed going to the winner.

Now, here I sit, considering the future a bit and an expansion
for the house. More bedrooms, a bath and a redesign of the
driveway adding additional parking space. As it now stands, the
driveway is crowded. What with Ford my work van, Chevy Mini-van
and Yamaha motorcycle plus Debbie's big four-by-four Ford
Expedition, parking is already at a premium. I'm currently
considering a forty foot addition onto the back of the house,
expanding the drive and paving the area beside the new addition
for parking. Although they don't have their own cars now, it
won't be long before the twins will also have cars.

It was almost six and I was thinking of returning to the bedroom
to wake Debbie for a little morning frolic when Rachel came out
of her bedroom and headed for the bathroom. So much for morning
frolics. It was only thirty minutes until their alarms would
sound anyway, so I knew Rachel would stay up.

When she came back to the kitchen, Rachel poured herself a cup of
coffee and refreshed mine without asking. Then set about getting
out cereal and milk for her breakfast. Raising an eyebrow to me
as she reached for the bowls, she frowned when I shook my head.
One small on-going squabble I am having with all three of these
women is because I don't eat breakfast, they think it's
unhealthy.

Rachel is dressed in her normal thong panties and a muscle
T-shirt. Where the shirt is normally molded to her body, this
morning it hangs loosely, and as she moves, providing minute
glimpses of her breasts as they swing braless beneath it. It's
also covering her hips and buttocks, which her normal shirts do
not do.

"Are you wearing one of my T's, Rachel?"

Blushing four shades of crimson she answered, "Yeah. I forgot
it's my turn to do laundry, and mine are all dirty. I borrowed
one of yours after my shower last night. Is that okay?"

"The normal time to ask if something is OK, is before you take
it. But, yes ... it's fine. Just be a little more careful how
you're moving, please. It's large enough on you that things don't
stay covered properly."

Reaching up with her left hand, she momentarily uncovered her
right breast and stuck her tongue out at me before covering it
again.

"Rachel!"

"What? It's just you, Uncle Doug. I don't mind if you see me."

I started to say something, then thought better of it. It would
either start a fight and hurt her, or result in more flashing and
a confession I already felt she wanted to make. One that I wasn't
yet ready to deal with. I hadn't yet figured a way to tell Debbie
of my suspicions either, but knew that discussion would have to
come; and soon.

We sat in silence for the fifteen minutes it took her to eat. The
only sound coming from the morning news on the small kitchen
television and the soft clinking of her spoon on the bowl as she
ate. Once done, she rinsed the bowl and brought the coffee pot to
the table to refill our cups.

"Uncle Doug, can I ask you a favor? Mama says we shouldn't ask;
you've already done so much for us. But this is something
important to Hannah and I, so I have to try."

"What do you need?"

"Do you know what Monday is?"

"Yes, it's Memorial Day. Why?"

"It's also our birthday. Hannah and I would like to have a party
Sunday night, to celebrate."

"What kind of party? How many guests?" 'Mental note,' I told
myself. 'Gifts! Also that means Debbie's birthday is Thursday ...
plan something special - just her and I.'

"We wanted to have a combination birthday/pajama party with a
sleep-over. There would be Hannah and I plus five or six of our
girlfriends. No boys."

"Alcohol or drugs?"

"No alcohol, one of the girls might bring a joint, but nothing
stronger. None of our group ever uses anything stronger than
that, and even grass is a rare thing for us. Only for special
occasions."

"Okay, that means extra snacks. Anything else?"

"We'd like to move the TV and a VCR into the bedroom for the
party."

"Dirty Videos?"

"No. Sixteen Candles and a couple of romantic movies." She looked
at me speculatively for a moment then asked, "Would you let us?"

"What? The Dirty Videos? That's up to your mother, not me. Not
yet. Now, if you are planning to sneak guys in for late night
sex, there I will put my foot down. If you want sex, you can do
it like teenagers the world over ... in the back seat of your
boyfriend's car on some secluded country road. Just be sure he
uses a condom."

"Uncle Doug! I'll have you know that no matter what you think,
Hannah and I are still virgins. Her hymen is gone and I know
you've seen her toys, but all she's ever done for her boyfriends
has been oral and let them eat her or get their fingers stinky.
All I have ever done is masturbate my boyfriend and he's never
gotten past my boobs. My hymen is still intact. What do you think
of that? Besides, Mama has had us both on the pill since we were
fourteen."

"Sounds like you're both using your heads, but condoms are still
important, even if you are on the pill. You haven't wanted to?
With anyone?"

"Well, there is one. But there has been no opportunity and I
don't know when there will be." Her face softened and the look in
her eyes was distant as she finished, "But I'd really like him to
be my first."

Alarms started sounding through the house. Hannah and Debbie
would be joining us momentarily. Wondering if I would be in
trouble with Debbie I said, "You can have your party."

Jumping up, she hugged my neck and kissed my cheek, squealing
with glee, both breasts made momentary appearances as they swung
back and forth beneath the loose shirt. She ran to their bedroom
so she could tell her sister. Debbie was just walking into the
kitchen when Hannah came charging from the bedroom shouting,
"Really? Can we really, Uncle Doug?" At my nod, "Oh, thank you!
Thank you! Thank you!" and I received another hug and kiss before
she ran back into the bedroom to make plans with Rachel.

Debbie looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before saying,
"Birthday Party?"

"Yep!" was my only response.

After another long thoughtful moment, Debbie said, "Come with me,
Mister." and turned to walk back to the bedroom. I followed her,
carrying my cup with me, I figured I was in trouble for not
consulting her about the decision.

In the bedroom, Debbie was checking on Susan as I entered. She
was still sleeping. I sat on the edge of the bed as Debbie
stepped in front of me. "You just can't seem to stop doing things
for us, can you? Do you know how much we owe you already?"

"Nothing."

"Damn it! There you go again. Well, I'll tell you what, Mister!
You," and she put both hands into my chest and pushed me onto my
back, "just earned yourself one first class Blow Job. Just
because!"

Taking my cup she set it on her dresser before pulling the tongue
of my belt loose and undoing the clasp. Sliding her hands up over
my shirt, she dragged her nails downwards over my chest and
stomach before undoing the button on my jeans and sliding the
zipper downwards. Grasping my pants, and briefs beneath, at my
hips, she pulled upwards and I raised my ass off the mattress
allowing her to slide them downwards to my knees. Climbing into
the bed on her knees, she began kissing and tonguing her way from
my navel towards the matted hair below. The fingers of her left
hand, or more specifically the fingernails, she was slowly
sliding up the inside of my thigh. She was working for maximum
thrill and it was working.

Before she reached her appointed goal though, I took her by the
hips and pulled her around so her knees straddled my head.
Pulling aside her panties, I wrapped my right arm over her butt
and pulled her downwards to my mouth. Just as I brought my lips
in contact with her pussy, her left hand grasped my hardening
cock by the crown and she began nuzzling the base of it with her
nose and mouth.

We began working together then, both realizing that we didn't
have a great deal of time. Susan would be up soon, and the twins
would be knocking at the closed door. Debbie began using her
nose, lips, tongue and teeth around my balls as her fingers
gently rubbed and twitched along the sensitive area beneath the
head of my cock. It was only the work of a minute before she had
me hard and straining upwards against the pressure of her hand as
she began jacking it.

For my part, I had slid my left hand into her shirt and I was
gently squeezing her milk laded breasts rubbing circles in the
areole surrounding her stiffening nipples. Drops of her mother's
milk were wetting my thumb and rolling downwards into my palm. My
left thumb I moistened and used to rub tight circles over her
anus as I began exploring and teasing her pussy with my lips
tongue and teeth. Covering her entire pussy with my mouth I
dragged my teeth slowly together over the outside of her lips
before driving my tongue into the slit, searching for, then
finding her clitoris. At the contact, she shivered.

I squeezed harder at her breast and was rewarded with both a
small squirt of milk in my palm and a soft moan in her throat as
she finally lowered her mouth over the head of my cock. As her
lips and tongue began working, her left hand slipped down between
her legs and she began masturbating herself, hurrying things and
increasing her stimulation.

Allowing her finger room, I moved to her entrance and began
fucking her with my tongue, reaching in as far as I could and
wriggling the tip from side to side. The pressure in my balls was
building as she reached beneath me with her right hand and
inserted her middle finger into my asshole, using the thumb of
that hand to stimulate the sensitive area between my anus and
testies. I was in Heaven as I pinched hard at her right nipple 
and began sucking her swollen labia individually into my mouth,
nipping at them with my teeth.

She was there, at the threshold of a minor orgasm, the best that
I could hope for with our limited time, but she wasn't quite
crossing over into her small ecstasy. Dropping my thumb from her
asshole, I slid it into her now wet cunt, reaching for and
finding the sensitive spot at the back of her canal. Her right
elbow collapsed, dropping her flat onto my stomach and pulling
her finger from my ass. Her head also dropped, and my cock slid
to the back of her mouth, then past and into her throat as a low
scream vibrated her throat with her orgasm. That's all it took
for me and I began spurting deep within her throat.

We lay together for an additional five minutes after; cuddling,
kissing and nipping one another about the cheeks and neck,
finally kissing deeply, passionately.

As I was straightening my clothing and Debbie was gathering hers
for her shower, she finally spoke. "You know, you didn't have to
agree to a party for the girls. You've done so much for us
already, and I simply can't afford a party for them yet."

"I Cknow that Debbie. I wanted to do it for them. Like I'm
already planning for an expansion to the house, and changes to
the driveway for extra parking. Planning for the future for all
of us." Her eyes were moist when I looked into them, and I moved
to her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close, armful
of clothes and all. "In case you need it spelled out, I do love
and care for you, and the twins, and Susan. I will also love and
care for whatever it is you're carrying. You are all welcome to,
and I expect you to, stay. What I am planning, I can afford. It
will be about half a year's salary, is all."

She was crying now, as I held her close. Sobbing softly into my
chest as we stood quietly together.

Finally, after a long minute or two, I took her shoulders and
moved her back and away from me. "But, for now, you need to get
in the shower. You have to get ready for work and I need another
cup of coffee. Besides, Susan will be up anytime and want her
breakfast and if we don't make an appearance soon, the girls will
start listening at the keyhole to see what we're doing. Besides,
it's Friday and you have a paycheck to pick up. So scoot!"

"Tonight," I said as I moved to the door, "we talk about the
party and what we will need to do for Sunday.

She was grinning as I walked out.

God it was great having someone to care about again. Having sex
regularly again was great too.

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