Message-ID: <45925asstr$1071868203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: El Sol X-X-Sender: munster@er6.rutgers.edu X-Original-Message-ID: X-Virus-Scanned: by NBCS using McAfee AntiVirus X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 02:21:20 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Summers" by ElSol [8/13] (Incest, Mdom) Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2003 16:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This email address is not responded to; it receives too much spam. If you wish to contact me please do so ONLY at munster(at)remus(dot)rutgers(dot)edu. Thank you ElSol <1st attachment, "summerwinter.txt" begin> The Wolf Summers By ElSol Author's Note: This is an unnumbered chapter that rests between Chapter 7 and 8. It is the only non-summer chapter except for the Chapter 10 series. Chapter titled 'The Winter Interlude' Not quite a break in the story Our last year in high school started out strange. My junior year had me so focused on getting into college that it took some time to adjust to not being pressured at every turn. Since I had chosen the college I would be attending, all I needed to do was to maintain a good grade point average, apply, and do well enough during the swim season to earn a swimming scholarship. It seemed like my entire life was in order including my sex life; Karen and my mother were at home while Michelle slipped into the girlfriend role at school. She staked her claim on me the first day of school by giving me a hard kiss at her locker just before homeroom. I could hear the intake of breath from her female elite friends as the kiss deepened. Michelle did not know about my past relationships and with the way my senior year was flowing at the beginning she would never find out. Michelle was a fine distraction and a good immunization from the memories of Rachel. She took Brittany's place by accompanying me on visits to the twin's house just as her sister had previously. Rachel smiled at the obvious shield I erected between us. I settled into waiting for senioritis to hit me when Karen's father forced me to stake a claim of dominance among everyone in my family. It began as a quiet Saturday in the middle of November. Karen, Marisa, and Michelle were gossiping in our living room. Michelle had started to hang out in my house for the companionship and the sex when I had time off from my schedule. She signaled me more than once that she wanted us to go downstairs but we were waiting for Karen's father to make one of his rare visits. My mother and one of my aunts were in the kitchen doing their own gossiping when the doorbell rang. My aunt came out of the kitchen to answer the door. Even Michelle could feel the heightened tension in the room. She looked at me questioningly but I shook my head. Her father was frantically tense and refused to sit down which did not help the atmosphere of the room. Everyone stayed quiet as his eyes bored into Karen. Michelle got up from the sofa and moved closer to my mother. Marisa alternated her gaze between Karen and her uncle. My aunt and my mother's eyes were angry as we waited for him to drop the bomb that had him too scared to speak. He looked around the room for the courage but no one reacted to his appeal. We all knew it would not be good. I was standing a couple of feet from him having gotten up when my aunt answered the door. "Karen will be moving back in with me," he announced. The women, who knew the past history, pulled their heads back in reaction to that statement. I quickly closed the distance between us and drove my fist into his diaphragm. Michelle and Marisa both let out a yelp of surprise. Karen, my mother and my aunt were wide-eyed when I turned around. "Leave," I said calmly. My mother grabbed Michelle's hand and my aunt snatched Karen and Marisa and guided them out of the room towards the kitchen. My uncle was making gasping noises at my feet trying to recover his breath. "No!" I said angrily. The women all froze. "I said 'Leave!" I told them pointing to the front door. My mother signaled my aunt and pushed Michelle towards her. My aunt walked the girls around the furniture to keep their distance. Michelle's eyes communicated fear but she followed behind Karen's fleeing exit. My mother went into the kitchen. She came out holding the purses. She grabbed her keys from the hook by the door and walked out without looking at me. I looked down at my uncle and kicked him in the ribs. He curled up into a ball so I walked into the kitchen for a glass of water. I sat on the coffee table, drinking my water waiting for him to recover. He sat up finally so I put my glass down. "That was stupid," I told him. He got up on his knees and his body told me what was coming. I looked at my glass and reached down for it. He moved towards me but I met his face with my forehead. He was not expecting that and dropped immediately with a broken nose. I went back into the kitchen for a paper towel. I sat down on the coffee table again and wiped his blood from my head. I waited for him to sit up holding his nose. "That was even stupider," I told him. He just looked at me not yet ready to accept defeat. For everything he was not, he had the instincts of a wolf. We made eye contact as he battled for the dominant position. He could not withstand the pressure from my silent judgment and looked away. I got up and kicked the side of his head to drive the lesson in deeper. I proceeded to beat the shit out of my uncle by kicking him everywhere I could. I even turned him onto his other side to make sure the beating was symmetrical. I kept kicking him until he was nothing more than a crying ball of pain. I went to the phone and called one of uncles to come over. I grabbed another glass of water and went back. I held his chin up and gave him the water he needed after his beating. He tried to get up but I held him down by pushing his chin up and placing my knee on his throat. He looked at me with fear deep in his eyes, no longer a wolf just a scared human being. "Here's what you're going to do." I spoke quietly and slowly to make sure he understood. "On Monday, you're going to go to a lawyer and make a different family member Karen's guardian. It doesn't have to be mom, but you're going to make her someone else's legal responsibility." He tried to shake his head. I put my weight on my knee to cut off his breath. He tried to push me off in a panic but my blows had weakened him too much. When I let my weight up, he caught his breath. "Ovaldo is coming over," I told him. "He can take you to hospital or he can bury you." I grabbed his broken nose and pushed down on it to get my point across. He was looking into my eyes so he took my threat very seriously. He saw what members of my family were coming to know. I was the worst of us. He whimpered in fear as the wolf inside told him that I wanted to tear his throat out for hurting a member of my pack and that I had been patiently waiting for him to make this stupid move. "Don't worry, uncle," I told him as I slid to sit back on the coffee table. "The family will start helping you. We'll pay for your rent and anything else you need." He looked at me waiting for my bomb. "The family will take care of anything Karen might want for." I smiled at him and he instinctively flinched. "And I'll personally take care of anything Karen needs to become a good woman." His eyes shot hatred at me but it was a defeated hatred so I let it go. While I was waiting for my uncle to arrive I spent the time describing to him how Karen first experience with real sex had been. I told him how most nights she crawled into bed with me and begged me to fuck her because she slept better with my cum inside her. I described him in intricate detail how I planned to introduce her to other women. I rhetorically asked his opinion on whether I should make Michelle Karen's first woman or choose my mother. I argued both sides out loud. I told him it was a tough decision so I understood why he could not be more help with my problem. The doorbell rang. My uncle Ovaldo was built like a truck. He was the only member of the family with height except myself. He was still several inches taller than me and outweighed me easily by eighty pounds. He walked into the room and looked at his brother. He looked at me waiting for an explanation. "He needs to go to the hospital. I'm pretty sure his nose is broken," I explained. He waited for the rest. "He needs help on Monday to draw up the papers so that someone else in the family can become Karen's guardian." He looked down at his brother and back at me. He sensed what had happened and what had to be so he only nodded. He helped his brother up and walked him out of the house into his car. I closed the door and took the water glass back into the kitchen. I turned on the TV to wait for the women to get back home. The details unfolded a little out of sequence but for the most part everything had gone as I intended when I saw him eye Karen's emerging womanhood. He knew that she had been with me and that she was recovering as if his rape had been just a physical wound. She was a wolf now like he made her but a wolf does not respect an inadequate lover. His ego wanted her and he thought he had nothing to lose. However, she was mine; I had made her mine. Giving her back was unthinkable; I did not surrender my plunder, I did not share it and I did not give it away. The women got back later that night with shopping bags. They all looked around for my uncle especially Karen. Michelle was quiet as she put her bags on the dining room table but her eyes were boring into me. She had questions about what happened to my uncle after they left but her social training would not let her ask them. I watched television as my family looked around the house for my uncle. I kept watching until all the women sat down around me waiting for me to signal they could proceed with their questions. I would have preferred to stay quiet; Michelle's presence made me want that even more. She sat down with my family and I knew female curiosity alone would keep her pinned to that chair. I turned the television off and decided to keep this as short as possible. "You're not going anywhere with your father," I told Karen. The older women nodded. Marisa grabbed Karen's hand and squeezed it in support. They would never really get along while they lived under the same roof and competed for my attention but Karen was still family like Iris had been in Marisa's eyes. Karen's eyes filled with tears and they thanked me. Michelle's eyes darted from the women to me and back again. Her mother and father were in a co-equal relationship and she worshipped Brittany too much to openly compete with her. She could not understand how the women in my family were not asking for more explanation but just accepted everything with that one sentence. "On Monday, Ovaldo is taking him to see a lawyer. He's making someone else in the family Karen's legal guardian," I continued. "Who?" my aunt asked. "I don't know. I don't care," I told her. "But from now on Karen only sees him when and if she wants." Michelle's eyes widened at my decree and she gasped in surprise as my mother, my aunt, and Karen all nodded in acceptance. She did not comprehend what had transpired. I had become the head of our family circle and my mother deliberately stepped aside to make room. I had also taken my first step toward become the head of our entire extended family. I was not yet the recognized dominant male in the family. There had not been one since the death of my grandfather but four members had followed my lead without question. My dominant role had emerged, their choice had been made, and so had mine. I was the worst of us. I had plans for Ovaldo and my aunt before I left for college. I only had to convince Michael of the intelligence of what I wanted. "Who should be her guardian?" my aunt asked me. I looked at her and shrugged. My mother looked at my aunt and used her head to signal going into the kitchen. I snickered as they moved to the kitchen. My aunt turned her head to make eye contact with me. Her eyes said she wanted to ritually accept my dominance at the earliest opportunity. I gave her smile to tell her that her time was coming. Michelle made some subtle attempts to get information about the situation from Karen and Marisa. Marisa did not have any answers but she gave me enough looks for me to get the message that girl talk was going to erupt and I might want to leave the area. I laughed at them and moved to my room. A half hour later I was swapping CDs in the changer in my stereo when Michelle came in. She leaned against the doorframe staring at me. I could feel that Karen had told her what her father had done to her to trigger my reaction. Michelle had taken it at the face value and made it the sin and crime it was in her world. It would have taken too much time to explain what it had all really been about and even then she might not have understood. Her take on the situation was good enough. She waited until I was done with the changer before she came to me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. She remained curious as to why my mother never questioned her presence in my room. In her world, parents did not allow teenagers behind closed doors for any period of time. She was more comfortable after what she had witnessed upstairs. I smiled into her kiss at the thought of a less inhibited Michelle in my room from now on. My hands had moved to Michelle's ass and I was pulling her into my crotch when the door to my room opened. I knew Michelle had turned a corner with sex in my house when she let the kiss go on for seconds before she turned to look who had come in. Karen had changed but it was not just her clothes. The outfit was something she bought that afternoon in expectation of my resolving her problems with her father with the same finality I had resolved her sexual fears. Her top was smoke making believe it was white lace. She had started to develop womanly curves so it held her solid B-cups in place. Her bottoms were made of the same material, which permitted me to appraise her newly shaved mound. She turned around to show me that the back was nothing more than a string between her butt cheeks. Michelle took in a painful breath at the sight of Karen's sexiness. The other change in Karen was her being. She was free within the confines of the pack and free under my control of her sexuality. It was more freedom than most people enjoyed. She was relishing the fruits of her freedom as she slithered towards Michelle and I. Michelle slid the arm on Karen's side off my neck as she sensed what was going to happen. Karen put her hands on either side of my face and held me still to stare into my eyes. She nodded at me before she pulled me down to kiss her. Her mouth opened as our lips touched in an invitation for my tongue. I took it as a summons to taste her fully and reawaken her need for me. She broke the kiss and turned to look at Michelle. I ducked out from under Michelle's arm and she let it fall to her side. She was looking at Karen and Karen was looking back at her. The eye contact was not competitive or questioning it was just their eyes touching, preparing. I stood behind Karen and looked over her shoulder at Michelle. Michelle took her eyes from Karen's to look at me. I smiled at her in invitation and put my hand on the small of Karen's back. I pushed Karen towards Michelle. Michelle had a crush on me before we started our dance. This was not just about me though. Part of the reason for the crush was that I was a stepping-stone for something else she wanted. It was why she did not leave the room when Karen stepped into her space and cupped her face as she had done mine. Michelle put her arms around Karen's waist and dipped her face to taste the freedom on Karen's lips. My conquest had been the first step in Michelle's desire and kissing Karen was the next. Because they looked good kissing, I moved to a position where I could fully appreciate their contact. Karen was shorter and slimmer than Michelle but except for Karen's darker eyes there was not much difference between them. They both had long dark hair and pale skin. They had the exact same body type except Michelle had another year of maturity to go with it having larger breasts and wider hips. The third step to what Michelle wanted was to follow as Karen pulled her to the bed and then down on top of her. Karen was as fascinated with Michelle's ass as much as I was. I decided to give them the space and time they needed. I moved to the stereo and programmed the CD changer for the right mood music. I turned the lights down to the level of an intimate nightclub and moved a chair to the foot of the bed. I took my clothes off so that when they were ready for me to be with them, there would be no need for hesitation on my part. I sat in the chair and watched them. The similarity between them almost made it a study in sisters. I smiled at myself knowing what Michelle wanted. She must have witnessed Brittany and I in her house. It had shaped her hunger for me as well as a deeper want for something else. It probably did not start as a sexual desire for her sister but she must have wanted to participate with us as her sexuality solidified. I watched as Karen's top came off and Michelle licked her nipples. I knew if I let Michelle have her way it would be beautiful. It was beautiful. That night I was only called in to play in the final scene of the last act, but the two girls were meticulous in bringing the curtain down. Michelle was to become hell-bent on making herself a seductress of other women. From that moment on she and Karen spent every opportunity they could learning how to pleasure and love a woman as a woman. Karen did it so that she would be ready to masterfully accommodate the female members of the family while Michelle had a plan to conquer the world around her with every touch of a new woman. Michelle practiced on two of the senior female elites in school. It was beautiful. She was ruthless in her seductions. Her prey were chosen for what they were, curious adventuresome females, looking for danger, not wanting to wait for the rest of their lives to begin. High school is a restriction of the spirit, a tool of conformity. She gave them reasons to do what they wanted. One of them could make believe it was blackmail as she took me in her mouth and Michelle tongued her clit. The other could make believe I was what she wanted as she kissed Michelle while spreading her legs for me. It was beautiful. She had learned well from her sister. She told me about the call to Brittany asking her when she was coming home for the winter break. She told Brittany she had a surprise but she had to do exactly what Michelle wanted her to do. It must have seemed extremely sexual to Brittany but she was far more steeped in her sexuality than Michelle. She told me later that the call was so seductive she could not resist the game. Michelle did not tell me when this would happen but I think she knew that I had figured out in part what she wanted. Michelle had received 'permission' from my mother for me to spend the night at her house on Christmas Eve. Michelle talked her parents into letting the two sisters stay at home to catch up while the parents were away at the grandparents' place. They would drive to their grandparents' home on Christmas day. She also conspired with the women in my life so that I went without sex for a full week. She did not know enough to alert my mother but Karen took care of that. The abstinence was not an enjoyable experience having had three sex partners available to me whenever I wanted ever since Michelle's first time. I closed their door behind me. As I turned around, Michelle pushed me against the flat surface with a full body press as her tongue battled to be taken into my mouth. I danced with her tongue as she undid my pants. She pushed my chin up and kissed my neck as she shoved my pants and underwear down my hips. She went down to her knees and removed the lower portion of my clothes. She stood back up and tore off my jacket and shirt. I was standing naked against her door while she played with my hard dick and pulled my face down to kiss me again. She let go but pointed for me to stay while she stripped her clothing off. She must have practiced with these very articles of clothing because I could almost hear the music she danced to. It was slow and sensual almost addicting as she made my dick harder as each garment hit the floor. It was the way she took down of her panties that made me move towards her. She had turned around and arched her ass at me. She grabbed either side of her black thong and pulled it down her legs bending over slowly to be able to keep them moving downward. I moved to fuck into her but she snaked her hand underneath to cover her pussy. She stood up and turned around smiling mischievously at me and shaking a finger. She took her hand from her pussy and brought it to my lips. She was wet and I licked her fingers clean of her flavor hoping she would change her mind about the penetration. She put her hand on my chest and shook her head at me. She slid her hand down and took a good grip on my hardness. She turned around and pulled me in her wake towards her room. I figured I had been wrong about the plan until she pushed open Brittany's door. Michelle called her sister while at my house telling Brittany what she wanted her to do. Brittany was waiting on her bed. She was kneeling naked with her ass on her calves. She was wearing a black blindfold. Michelle whispered into my ear that Brittany had handcuffed her own hands behind her back. Brittany arched her back and stretched her chest towards us when she heard the sound of the door. I had not seen her since she had left for her senior summer trip to Europe. The first thing I noticed was that she had gained some mass. She had thickened in some part due to the dance team workouts but for the most part her curves had just deepened through her maturation. She was much closer to the woman she would be than the girl I had fucked relentlessly during my sophomore high school year. The hair was black, long and straight. Her breasts were now beautiful in full D-cups with the natural lift of youth and a dance regimen. Her stomach hinted at muscle underneath but only because she had stretched out with her chest pointing towards us. As I moved to the side of the bed, her head tracked me. Her thighs and ass had also thickened with more curves and muscle. It had been a year and half but I recognized the smell of her heat. My dick thrummed with the memory of how she felt around me while her body creamed. She opened her mouth to speak. "Remember Brittany, no talking," Michelle told her as she climbed onto the bed and put her hand over Brittany's mouth. I looked at Michelle. Her voice surprised me, she spoke with my diction and I recognized the tone as how I spoke to my women. She knew the path to Brittany was through me. The perversity of wanting her sister was far in the back of Michelle's eyes though, so it was not to be. At least today, it would not. She looked at me and ran her fingers down Brittany's stomach until she could play along the sparse triangle just above her clit. "Do you know who else is here?" she asked Brittany. Brittany nodded as she turned her head from the sound of Michelle's voice back to me. "Touch her," Michelle said to me. I climbed onto the bed and put my hand on top of Michelle's. I traveled where her fingers would not and touched Brittany's clit. I placed my middle finger on her clit and moved down her pussy splitting the lips. She was wet maybe it was because of the situation but I prefer to think her body knew who was touching it. Her head dropped back and she raised herself to push against me as I dipped a finger, knuckle deep into her pussy. I moved so that I was between them and changed the hand I was using to taste Brittany's pussy. I reached around Michelle and under her ass. I split her pussylips with my middle finger and moved it up to her clit. Her head dropped back as I rubbed her clit slowly. I dipped a finger knuckle deep into her also. Michelle pulled herself from my finger and crawled behind Brittany. She leaned a hand on Brittany's handcuffs forcing her to push her hips toward me. The motion put my finger deeper inside her. "He's mine now, Brit," she whispered into her sister's ear. Brittany's hips moved as I pulled my finger out and replaced it with two of them. My fingers found the spot on the roof of her pussy remembering its location. I began to rub a slow circle on it. She rotated her hips and leaned her head on her Michelle's shoulder as her body recognized the touch. "I've missed my big sister," Michelle whispered, "I want her to visit her family more." I stopped moving so that it was only Brittany's movement that was stimulating her. I settled for flexing my fingers on the spot giving and taking away pressure. "He's mine now, but if I share him with you, will you visit more?" Michelle asked her sister. Brittany was beginning an orgasmic climb so her only reply was a gasp. "Of course, when he starts attending school with you again you'll have to share him with me," Michelle continued. She reached around and cupped Brittany's breast with her fingers just outside the area of her sister's nipples. She rubbed the area inward but did not touch the nipple. Brittany moved her chest trying to get the contact her body wanted. Michelle smiled in control of the situation as she maneuvered to stay away from what Brittany wanted. "Do you promise to share when he's yours again, Brittany?" Michelle whispered into her ear. "Make him suck my nipples so I can get off!" Brittany said in reply. "I only have two things to say about that," Michelle said putting her hand back on Brittany's handcuffs and pushing down. She grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her sister's head back. "Did you ever make David do anything?" "No!" Brittany gasped as her hips once again forced my hand deep inside her. "Are you telling me you need more than David's hands on you to come?" Michelle asked. Brittany's breathing deepened and she began to fuck herself on my fingers. "I know what you need," Michelle whispered. "That's David's finger in your pussy." Brittany gasped. "David is naked on your bed fucking your pussy with his fingers," she whispered. "After you come, he's going to stand up on this bed and shove his hard cock into your mouth." Brittany's slowed down her hip motion trying to slow the approach of her orgasm. She wanted to enjoy the seduction in her sister's words; she wanted the orgasm to come upon her instead of driving towards it. "He's bigger than he was when he was fucking you." Brittany gasped again shaking her head. "I watched when he fucked you on this bed. I've felt him inside me. He's bigger, probably better too." Brittany could not help her hip motion as I flexed the pressure on her spot. "He hasn't had sex in a week so we could be doing this all night," Michelle whispered. "I watched you so many times on this bed but this time it's going to be different. I'm going to be licking his dick while you lick it. I'm going to be stroking him in and out of your mouth. When he comes in your mouth will be the first time I kiss you so that I can get my taste of him. It HAS been a LONG week I've missed the taste of his come on my tongue." I pulled my fingers out of Brittany to extend the trip upward. I played my fingers along the outside of her pussy and rubbed small circles around her clit. "Then he's going to lick you. Do you remember how you screamed into your pillow when he did that? He's so good at it, I scream into the pillow every time he does it to me. Do you know what my favorite part is?" Brittany struggled with us. Not to get away but to get us to permit her the orgasm she craved. "After you've come a couple of times and the stimulation is too much and you REALLY want him to stop because you're going crazy, he then puts his hands on your knees pinning you the bed and just licks your clit harder. Next he takes your clit into his mouth and he does that thing where he sucks, licks, nibbles, and then rubs his tongue on your clit hard. It is too much for you and you come but he keeps doing it because he wants you to scream. You don't care if mom and dad hear you because you're dying from the orgasms he's forcing out of you as he keeps rubbing your clit with his tongue and you come and come. You don't have the strength to scream anymore because your body wants to save it for the upcoming climax. Then he stops and ravishes your mouth feeding you the taste of yourself as his hard, hard, hard cock slowly moves inside of you until he hits bottom. You thank him for stopping but you know that with him inside you moving in and out it is so much worse and so much better." I put my fingers back inside Brittany. She moved her hips to get them as deep into her as she could. "It's not going to happen like that to you tonight because after you suck him off. When he moves to put his dick inside you, he'll be kissing me so I can taste you and him at the same time." Brittany held her breath as she got close to the orgasm. I pulled my fingers out of her quickly to prevent it and she struggled against us again in frustration. I ran my fingers along her thighs, stomach, the inside of her hips and her pubic area. I put my fingers back inside her gently. "He's going to turn you over isn't he?" Michelle asked. "I'm going to get underneath you and lick his balls while he's fucking you. In the past I had to watch you fucking him from your door but this time I'll be a tongue away from his dick as he fucks it in and out of you." Brittany squeezed her pussy around my fingers as the orgasm made its final approach. Nothing was going to stop it so I left my fingers in her so she could fuck herself on them. "When he comes inside you, I'm going to pull him out and suck the last drops out of him." Brittany's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave of pleasure. She screamed as she came like she needed to, it was her first time like that in a year and half. She told us later that nothing at school compared to how she felt when she was with me. Michelle waited for Brittany's orgasm to begin to fade away before she started again. "Can you rub my sister's clit, David?" she asked me in her sexiest voice. "I remember you could always make her come again when you did that." Brittany pushed her pussy towards me when I pulled my fingers out of her and touched her clit with them. "You're going to come once for every time I watched you fucking him and I wanted to be here with you," Michelle promised into her sister's ear. "After I've sucked him dry that won't be the end. It's going to take a little work but I'm going to make him hard again. You're going to be lying on your stomach exhausted waiting for what comes next. I'm going to make him hard and when he is I'm going to straddle your back. I'm going to hold your asscheeks apart while he places himself just outside your ass. If you need lubrication, maybe he'll fuck your pussy to get himself wet. I doubt it though I remember how you loved the little bit of pain that came from taking him into your ass. You probably haven't let anyone or anything touch you there so you'll be tight. Maybe it will be like the first time. I heard you tell Stephanie how it felt the first time, how you treasured the hurt because the rest felt so good. I hope it hurts just enough so that you remember that it was my hands stroking your asscheeks trying to comfort you, trying to make it feel good as he slowly fucks into your ass. Do you remember telling Stephanie that it felt incredible to have him fucking you until you were loose enough so that he could fuck you harder? You told Stephanie that was your favorite part, the only time you thought David lost control of himself inside you. I've never felt that, David losing control when lying on my stomach after he's made my ass loose enough to fuck into me freely. I hope you'll do the same thing for me later, hold my asscheeks apart as he fucks into my ass slowly." Brittany began to make begging sounds with our names becoming more and more unrecognizable as her second orgasm approached. Michelle had my voice patterns perfect and to hear my words coming from Michelle's mouth was driving Brittany to the edge of sexual insanity. "When he's ready to come, I'm going to stop holding your asscheeks apart and instead I'm going to squeeze them together. He's going to have to stroke into you hard. Won't that feel incredible, maybe it will hurt a little bit again. He'll get thicker as he starts to come. I love that part; I can feel him get bigger inside me. He's going to get bigger inside you and that's going to make you come. It always made me come when I watched you on this bed. He does it for me too; he gets thicker and he tries to force himself as deep inside you as he can. The thickening warns you he's about to come and then he does it. I love the heat of his cum inside me. Does it feel the same in your ass, Brittany? His cum shooting inside me always gets me over the edge no matter where I am, I NEED to cum when it happens." Brittany started another orgasm. Michelle put her hand on Brittany's chin to keep her ear where it was with Michelle's lips nearly touching as she whispered. "Do you remember what it feels like? I know you haven't had a cock in there since his so you probably don't... but tonight you'll know what it feels like again." She let Brittany come down from her orgasm before she kissed her ear. "You have to promise me you'll share him when he goes to school with you," Michelle whispered in her ear. "Do you promise me?" Brittany turned her face to Michelle. Only a breath of air separated their lips. I held my own breath waiting for them to kiss. Brittany nodded her head a fraction. It brought their lips closer together. "I'm scared a little, Brittany." Michelle confessed. "I want to feel what you feel, David in my ass losing control of himself. I love the sound of that 'David losing control inside me.' But I'm scared of it a little, will you hold me when he does it for the first time?" Brittany took a deep breath. She took in the scent of Michelle and her own heat in the air. She gave Michelle the same small nod of acceptance. Michelle sealed their deal to share me with a simple touch of their lips, almost. It was not even a kiss. It was beautiful, that almost kiss. That night. It happened exactly like Michelle described to her sister except Brittany asked us to leave the blindfold on. Maybe Brittany did not have as many orgasms as Michelle had when she stood at the door wishing she were in the bed with us. Maybe she had more. It was as if there had not been a year and half since we had touched. She reacted like she always had, my every touch a reason for pleasure. It was beautiful. Brittany kept her promise to Michelle. I walked into my room on New Year's Eve and Michelle was on my bed, the same position that Brittany had been in, the same blindfold, the same handcuffs. Brittany confessed to her sister that she knew Michelle had been watching. She told her how she risked being caught by their parents so it would feel to Michelle like she was a participant. She whispered into Michelle's ear that tonight she was expected to let go like Brittany did when she was with me. Brittany knew Michelle was holding back, maybe she was waiting for me to lose control too. Brittany grabbed Michelle's hair and pulled it back hard. She told Michelle what she was doing was not enough; I deserved more from Michelle. I deserved my woman to give herself completely to me even the parts Michelle was holding back. She would not let me touch Michelle until her sister promised what Brittany thought I deserved. Michelle tried to hold out but she could not against the description of what it felt like to be my woman just as Brittany was. Michelle agreed in the same way that Brittany had. They sealed that deal with the same almost kiss. Michelle felt me lose control of myself while she in turn lost control of herself to me that night. It was beautiful: to see three almost identical versions of the same woman. Karen, Michelle and Brittany. It happened on Brittany's last Friday night of her winter break. I thought nothing could really surprise me; however, the three siren's working together as a team managed to do so. I walked into my house after martial arts class and there was no one home. I found a note on the refrigerator door from my mother. Marisa's father had picked her up for the weekend. My mother was taking a weekend away from the city with Rachel. Their relationship had not been weakened by my affair with Rachel but it had needed some reinforcing since everyone knew I was not as comfortable around Rachel as I had been. I tapped the note against my forehead. I promised myself I would spend time with Rachel. I was not really that uncomfortable with her, I just had not gotten over wanting to hold her. I smiled as I threw the note in the garbage. I would have to act like a man and not allow my wants to affect our relationship. I walked through the upstairs looking for Karen but could not find her. I figured she must be out with one of the aunts or uncles. I decided I might as well shower downstairs and lie around my room. I had no plans for the weekend having not heard anything from either Brittany or Michelle. I did not bother going into my room. I stripped out of my clothes, dumping them by the shower and turned the water on. I was washing the soap from my face when a pair of hands touched my lower stomach and a female body warmed my side. I turned my face towards it and Brittany kissed my shoulder. I felt another pair of hands on me and another female body on my other side. I turned and Michelle kissed my shoulder. The third pair of hands touching my lower back, circling around my body, moving down to my crotch, grabbing my dick and stroking it to hardness was a surprise. The hands worked together to turn me so that Karen could stand on her tiptoes while I moved my face down to kiss her. It was a beautiful winter interlude. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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