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Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. This story may not be reposted in whole
or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached.


I've been living with Pete, my boyfriend, for nearly three years, but I
think I've just lost him, and in rather strange circumstances. This is
what happened  . . .

Pete's sister Tanya was going through a messy and acrimonious divorce
from her husband of ten years'. They lived over the other side of the
country, so he rarely saw her, but they spoke on the phone most nights
and I could tell that he was concerned for her. They'd been a close
family, and her misery was tearing him up.

I suggested that we invite her to stay for a few weeks, just until
things settled down, and when he asked her Tanya accepted eagerly. She
needed a break badly.

She arrived on the train Friday evening, looking tired and drawn. She's
an attractive woman usually, in her midthirties like Pete and I, small,
brunette, soft-spoken. She made an effort to be cheerful, but I
suspected that she'd been crying on the train.

She ate all the food I put in front of her and drank a fair bit of wine.
I could tell she was trying not to talk about her divorce and the
heartache it was causing, but I thought it would do her good to talk it
out, and encouraged her. We went to bed late, all of us a little tipsy,
but Tanya seemed more cheerful than when she'd arrived. Pete too was
reassured that her natural resilience was working, and he and I made
love with a vigour that he'd lacked recently.

In the morning Pete had to go into the office for a while, and I took
Tanya a coffee in bed after letting her sleep late. She was awake, just,
and looked content. The strain lines in her face had gone, and her eyes
sparkled as they used to.

'Slept well?' I said.

'Mmm, great. I haven't slept so well for ages. Once you and Pete had
stopped screwing, of course.' 

'Sorry,' I said. 'We do tend to be a bit noisy. Not used to having
visitors.' Her smile told me that she hadn't really minded.

'It was OK. You know, that's the one thing I miss about Dave - the sex.
He was a bastard, but my God he was a sexy bastard. You never realise
how much you need it until it's gone.'

She sat up and leaned against the bedhead, the sheets falling from her.
I looked at her naked breasts, mentally comparing them with my own. Hmm,
not bad. Still firm and high, no sagging there. And the nipples were
nicely erect.

She smiled as she saw my gaze. 'Oh, thanks for leaving the box of
things. You obviously knew what I needed!'

I didn't understand, and looked puzzled. She reached under the sheet and
with an audible sucking noise pulled something out. She held up a large
dildo, glistening with juice. My mouth fell open. I had been looking for
that and a few other sex toys for a while, and had forgotten that we had
used the spare bedroom while our own was being decorated.

'There were a few things that I didn't know what to do with,' Tanya
continued, grinning at me. She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out
a long double-ended dildo, waving it around.

'That's for two people to use at once.' I felt less embarrassed than I
thought I should.

'You mean, two women?'

'Or a man and a woman. If the man likes anal sex.'

'Hey! I can see I've led a sheltered life. What about these?'

These were a set of beads on a cord. 'You put them in your ass, one at a
time. Then when you're cuming you pull them out, fast, or slow. Or
someone else does.'

Describing this to her reminded me of the times I'd used it, and of the
tremendous orgasms that it produced. I felt myself growing wet, and my
nipples hardening and rubbing against the towelling robe.

Tanya looked at me and licked her lips slowly. I think she could tell
how aroused I was getting.

'You know, that makes me feel so horny.' she said slowly. 'What about
you?'

I nodded.

'What say we try some of these things out?' she asked softly, touching
my knee, and then starting to undo the belt of my robe. Despite having
fucked well the previous night, and again that very morning, I was ready
for more. I've never been averse to sex with another woman, and in fact
have gone to bed with a few over the years, for various reasons. Pete
hadn't known, and I was unsure of his reaction. You can never tell with
men.

I stood up and let the robe fall. Tanya appraised my body coolly, then
pulled back the sheet to let me see her own nakedness. I noticed she had
put a towel under her crotch to soak up the juice. Slowly, quivering
with anticipation of the delights to come, I lowered myself into her
arms and we kissed, tentatively at first, then passionately. Her skin
was hot and smooth, she smelt of bedwarmth and sexual musk. My juices
overflowed and spilled onto her thigh between mine.

She was obviously no stranger to lesbian sex, for she brought me to my
first orgasm very quickly, holding me tight in her arms while she
stroked my clit expertly. Afterwards, I went down on her and tasted the
night's solo passions in her juices. She came quickly too, her sexual
fires inflamed by her own efforts earlier.

Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. This story may not be reposted in whole
or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached.


We spent the morning giving each other uncounted climaxes, experimenting
with the dildos, fucking each other and ourselves in various positions,
using vibrators on unusual parts of our bodies (and the usual ones). We
had no shame and no inhibitions, everything was possible between us.

Later, I used the anal beads on her, pushing them slowly one by one into
her juice-slick anus, hearing her gasp of delight each time. Eventually
she had only the cord dangling from her rear entrance, and I used the
large dildo in her cunt and it brought her to a fiery climax indeed as
it rubbed against the beads inside her.

She pushed me down on the bed and tongued me furiously, her ass in the
air, her free hand between her legs working the dildo round and round in
her cunt, gasping for air between my thighs. I lay back, my head against
the bedhead, almost cross-eyed with ecstasy, thinking what a gorgeous
creature she was.

Suddenly Pete was in the doorway - I hadn't heard him come in. The sight
that met him was unexpected, to say the least - me spread-eagled on the
bed, his own sister sucking my cunt, her naked ass projecting towards
him with her hand stirring the massive dildo round her juice-filled
cunt. I couldn't be embarrassed. I enjoyed the expressions on his face,
shock, horror, disgust, then one of agony, which to my surprise was
replaced by one of utter uncontrollable lust. He tore off his clothes
and his erection burst out - I was sure it was bigger and stiffer than I
had ever seen it. He pulled the dildo from Tanya's cunt and with a look
of pure yearning buried his enormous shaft up to the hilt in his sister.

The thrust pushed her face hard into my crotch, and she gave a cry that
vibrated up my cunt. He grabbed her hips and rammed into her with a
relentless rhythm, his  eyes closed in complete bliss, loud juicy noises
coming from Tanya's cunt and cries of pain or delight from her mouth. It
was a totally erotic sight and I felt myself beginning to cum. With a
loud cry Pete began to jerk furiously, his hands clutching whitely at
Tanya's hips. She cried out as her own orgasm took her, her voice
sending vibrations through my clit so that I came hard with them.
Somehow she managed to continue tonguing me during her peak.

They collapsed onto the bed, Tanya was crying with ecstasy and Pete was
groaning into her hair. Her face was still buried in my cunt. She
twisted round under him and they clung to each other desperately. 

'I've wanted you so much,' she sobbed. 'All these years - '

'Oh God, Tanya,' Pete moaned. 'I've never dared . . . I thought I had to
pretend . . .'

'If only I'd known . . . '

I was beginning to feel just a little left out, and shifted my legs.
Pete began to writhe and in disbelief I realised that he was hard again
and was fucking his sister's sopping wet cunt. She wrapped her legs
round his waist and let him ride her, raking her nails down his back in
her passion. Her head bumped against my pubic bone. She was moaning
'Fuck me, fuck me,' over and over again.

I dredged my memory. Pete had never recovered so quickly from cuming
with me. Maybe I drained him more, but from my recent experience of
Tanya's agile cunt I doubted that. I was getting distinctly pissed off.

Suddenly they twisted round so that Pete was underneath. Tanya rode him
like a stallion, her ass bouncing up and down, her hair covering his
head as she bathed his face in kisses. His hands gripped her buttocks
leaving white marks. I took the opportunity to slip out from under them,
and stood watching their furious coupling, wrestling with my emotions. 

They were both working up to another tremendous climax. Pete's cock,
foamy with the well-churned mixture of cum and juice, was cleaving her
cunt mightily with every enormous stroke. His fingers roamed hungrily
over her ass and crotch, finding the cord that emerged from her anus.
They were both gasping and shouting as their climaxes approached. Tanya
cried out as she went over the top, and with superb timing (which he'd
never managed with me) Pete pulled on the cord and I saw the beads pop
out of her anus one by one. She screamed and collapsed on him, her body
spasming, and he gave a huge groan and his hips jerked as he shot
another load of cum deep into her. 

I left. As I looked back she was kissing his face again and again,
moaning something I couldn't catch. I went to make a coffee and get my
thoughts in order.

I ended up sat at my computer, trying to get this written so I can make
sense of it. As I started to type, I could hear them again, the bed
vibrating, Pete's gasps of pleasure and Tanya's voice crying 'Fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me,' endlessly, monotonously. They're still at it, but
from the intensity of their cries Pete's third climax in half-an-hour (a
personal best) is not far off. They've got a lot of lost time to make
up. I wish them luck . . . but I'm packing my bags.

Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. This story may not be reposted in whole
or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached.


-- 
Phil

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