Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 11:30:09 -0300
From: ottootto@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Volkmans 7

Chapter 7 -- She's part of it

    Martin Parker was 31. But, like a kid who didn't want to go to school,
he was pretending to be sick. Sure, it was childish, but he really wasn't
in the mood for spending the day in a tiny town in the middle of Fennimore
County, Arkansas. He wanted to go back to New York and forget that the
Volkmans existed. They were not his family. Sure, they all tried to be
nice, but... He felt no connection with them. Plus, they were all going
gaga with the girls, and paid no attention to him.

    He wanted to be alone, but Nora insisted on staying behind to "take
care" of him. And there was nothing he could do. He was sleeping in
Warren's house, but Nora put him in Laurie's bedroom (really a guest room
upstairs), so she would be able to be around if he needed anything.

    He needed a TV. He needed his home. Or his family, his real family. He
needed Lucy, the woman who had actually raised him. He needed a beer.

    Instead, all he could do was stay all day in bed and read a Richard
Ford novel.

    Julie was the first to leave. Then Jill, Laurie, Joan, Nate, Melinda
and Isis left in Nate's car. Toni and Warren left a little later. Then Hank
left.

    About half an hour later, Linda appeared to say that she was
leaving. Kyle was going to show her the farm. Yeah, right! Martin was
pretty sure that Linda would find a way to fuck the lucky kid. And Martin
was the one who needed a good fuck, not Kyle!

    A little later Nora appeared. She asked if he needed anything. He
thanked her, but said he needed nothing.

    But she didn't leave. She said:

    "I understand how hard this must be for you."

    "It's... nothing. Just my stomach."

    "Oh, okay. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

    "Sure."

    Then she left.

    Nora was very pretty. Big eyes. Petite. She looked younger than she
was. And she wasn't old, of course. In fact, she was only seven years older
than he. And Nate was eight years younger than Martin. Fuck, that was
crazy. Too weird. It was almost like he belonged to another generation,
already. Martin and Jill were talking about having babies. Yeah, maybe this
was the right time.

    He read a few more pages. Then he received a text message from Joan. It
said: "Careful. Nora knows about us yesterday."

    No way! How could she?

    Fuck! Of course she knew! Again, Nora was no old mom. She was
practically his age.

    The book was set aside. He had to think.

    He tried to call Julie, but she didn't answer (her phone was in Nancy's
bedroom, and she was by the pool). He left no message.

    He had to go away. Yeah. That was all he could do. Just leave. Find
some lame excuse and go back to New York.

    But fuck. He couldn't ruin this. It was very important to Laurie. She
would never forgive him.

    And, yes, it was important to Martin too. Good or bad, Nate and Melinda
were also his siblings.

    Okay, okay, okay. No need to panic.

    At least it was Joan. Had it been with Laurie, Julie or Linda, then
hell would really break lose. It could have been much worse. Nora only
thought that he was cheating on Jill; she knew nothing about incest.

    And yet... Well, Nora was nice to him. At least today. Yesterday, in
the car, she didn't speak much, but today... She stayed home to take care
of him, she tried to talk...

    It didn't seem such a big deal.

    She didn't seem to hate him or anything.

    Again, she was no old clueless mom. She was almost his age. Maybe she
had an open mind.

    Maybe she would even be interested in... Who knows?

    Martin had to find out.

    How she felt about it? Did she simply understood, did she think that it
none of her business, did she just didn't care? Or would she be interested
in something more?

    Martin was never like Julie, Linda, Amy or Matt, who were much more
aggressive when it came to seduce someone. Like Sally and Jack, he was a
little shy, at first. (Laurie was in the middle.) But...

    He had to do it. He had to try to be like Matt.

    Fuck, he needed a beer!

    He had to do it. He had to come clean. He had to be honest with
Nora. He couldn't simply lie in bed and wait for something to happen. Not
this time.

    He was a man. He was responsible. He had to face it.

    So he rose. He was nervous, yes. It was hard to move. Again, he had the
urge to go away. To get behind the covers and forget the whole thing.

    But, again, he thought on Matt. If his younger brother could do it, so
could he. It couldn't be that hard.

    His knees were weak, but he managed to go downstairs. To the
kitchen. That kitchen where he had fucked Joan the day before. He grabbed a
beer. What he was about to do was so out of his character that he really
needed one.

    Martin found Nora in the living room, where she was looking at some
bills.

    "Oh, Martin, hi. You're up. Are you okay? Do you need something?"

    She saw his beer and didn't approve it. Even if she didn't really
believe that he was sick, it was early. But she wasn't going to say
anything.

    "I just... want to talk. About... yesterday."

    Then Nora felt that she needed a beer.

    "What about yesterday?"

    "I think you realized that... Uh," he drank a little, "yesterday, when
Joan and I came for ice, we..."

    "Yes," she said. She wasn't telling him to go on, she meant that yes,
she did realize that they had fucked in her kitchen table.

    And Martin understood that, which took some of the pressure away from
him. At least he didn't have to actually say it.

    Nora pushed the bills aside. And asked:

    "Does Jill know?"

    "Yes. She understands. Uh. She has no problem with this." He drank a
little more and admitted: "She's part of it."

    "I see. The three of you."

    "Yes. May I sit?"

    Indeed, he was still standing.

    "Oh, please. Sit down."

    "We are... uh, open people. I hope I'm not shocking you."

    "No, no, not at all. I didn't expect you to be swingers, but that's
okay. I'm not shocked. As long as all parts know what they're doing, as
long as you don't keep secrets..."

    "Oh, no, Julie is in too!"

    (See, kids? That's the problem of trying to be someone you are
not. Martin is not Matt. Matt would never commit that mistake.)

    "Julie?!"

    "Uh... I mean..."

    "She's... Joan is her... girlfriend?"

    It made a lot of sense. Finally Nora understood why Joan came.

    "Uh... I mean. Uh. But, but, she's okay with it."

    Lots of bisexuals in that family. Julie, Linda, Laurie. Joan, of
course.

    "And Jill?"

    "What about her?"

    "Jill and Julie. Are they also..."

    Fuck. Martin was in some deep shit. He was nervous. He felt he had told
too much. His plan had been to come downstairs and be aggressive and come
clean and maybe even seduce Nora, but... He was lost!

    All those questions!

    He said the truth:

    "Yeah, uh... Yeah. Please don't tell anyone."

    Nora's brain made all connections. Martin and Jill, Julie and
Joan. Martin had sex with Jill, and Joan, sometimes together. Jill and Joan
had sex. Jill and Julie, Joan and Julie. Certainly the three also had sex
together.

    But to make the whole thing fit, really, there was one link missing:

    "You and Julie?"

    Martin lied:

    "No. No. No! She's, no, she's my sister! No way!"

    He was lying. Nora could tell.

    And Martin kept going:

    "No. Never."

    Nora looked at Martin. It was funny. He was almost her age. And yet,
she saw him as someone so much younger. He was... her stepchildren's big
brother!

    And he was very attractive.

    Then it was Nora's turn to be aggressive. And, if Martin had only
tried, Nora succeeded. She was completely honest:

    "I am a swinger. I'm not bisexual. I only had sex with men. And I have
sex with my brother."

    "Uh?"

    "You heard me. Hank knows. He understands."

    ***

    It started in 1988. Nora was 17, and dating a boy her age. They had sex
regularly, and Nora thought her life was fine.

    Warren was 14. And in some serious shit. He had just been caught
smoking pot with some friends. The usual happened: his parents freaked out
and he was grounded.

    Nora, who didn't smoke pot, went that night to his bedroom, when their
parents were sleeping, and talked to him. And he was nice to her. He talked
for a long time, cursed his parents, they got closer. He told her the
things that were happening in his life, she told him what was going on her
life.

    They got very close indeed. Closer than ever. They touched, they
hugged. They kissed. Just each other's cheeks or foreheads. Nothing
serious.

    Until, by "accident", they both moved at the same time and kissed each
other's lips.

    They retreated immediately. They tried to laugh. He said he was
sorry. And she didn't go to her room. They resumed talking about whatever
the hell they were talking before the kiss.

    But time passed. They were still together. And suddenly they were
comfortable. It happened.

    Nora and Warren started to make out.

    Yes, they were brother and sister. But they felt so close that
night. It just happened. They didn't plan it. They had never thought about
it. But it was so good.

    Warren had never had a girlfriend, but he had gone out in a couple of
dates. He had kissed, already. But his sister's kisses were something
completely different. Much more intense. At 17, Nora had none of the fears
and doubts that inhabited the girls he knew.

    He was surprised, but delighted, when Nora grabbed his hands and guided
them to her tits. Nora was always petite, but the feeling of her firm young
breasts was fantastic. Warren could feel the hard nipples covered by the
bra and shirt.

    Again, she used her experience and started rubbing his cock, still in
his pants. And he kissed her even more passionately.

    He found the nerve to raise her shirt, and lower her bra, revealing one
of her breasts. She didn't mind, she didn't fight, she only encouraged him.

    And he kissed her tit. Lightly. Her nipple was so hard, and he took it
in his mouth.

    He sucked on his sister's nipples while she moaned and rubbed his cock.

    Nora imagined that her brother was a virgin, but she didn't ask. It
didn't matter.

    He started to rub her pussy, while still sucking her tit. At last,
Warren had found a girl who was willing to go all the way.

    She opened his fly and grabbed his hard cock. She pulled it out,
admired it, moved her hand up and down a couple of times and pulled her
tits away from her brother.

    Warren saw his own cock. He couldn't believe this shit was
happening. It couldn't stop now. He was going to fuck a girl for the first
time. And it was his hot big sister!

    Nora raised and removed her shirt and bra. Warren, thinking that she
was going to get naked and that they would fuck, quickly removed his
clothes.

    But no. Nora wanted to fuck him, yes, but not so soon. The topless
seventeen year-old girl lowered her body, grabbed her brother's cock once
more, and put it between her lips.

    "Oh, sis, yes!"

    "Quiet."

    "Sorry."

    She waited a few seconds, heard nothing from her parents' room, and
resumed the blowjob. At 14, Warren had a reasonable cock, about five
inches, and it wasn't much smaller than the two cocks Nora had had
before. But she wasn't sure if that meant anything. All that mattered was
that she really wanted to fuck and suck her brother.

    And she did suck him. So well.

    Warren couldn't control his excitement. Yes, he was aware of oral
sex. But he couldn't believe that it was happening. And how great it was.

    To look down and see his big sister's face right there, to see his cock
between her lips... It was mind-blowing!

    Neither of them ever understood why they did what they did that
night. It wasn't something they had thought of before, it wasn't something
they had fantasized about, it simply happened.

    And it was wonderful.

    Nora loved to feel her brother's hard cock in her mouth. She sucked the
cockhead, licked the underside, used all the little experience she had to
bring him pleasure.

    And what fourteen year-old boy never dreamed about a blowjob? At last
it was happening, and it was unbelievable.

    Nora started to suck it harder. She was determined to feel her
brother's hot spunk hitting her throat. Nothing less would do. She wasn't
thinking on what would happen later, she didn't think on saving his
strength for later. She simply wanted to taste his jizz.

    Her nipples were hard, her cunt was wet, but she didn't think about
herself.

    She didn't think about her parents, she didn't think about her
boyfriend, she simply sucked her brother's cock.

    "Oh, sis. I think I'm gonna cum."

    It is true that his voice was lower than before, but that wasn't the
only reason why she didn't tell him to be quiet this time. She wouldn't
stop. She couldn't stop. She could feel it in her mouth. Yes, he was right,
he was about to cum. His cock was so hard and big and delicious.

    She sucked him harder. She couldn't wait.

    And he couldn't hold any longer. This was unbelievable, but hey, his
sister was willing to do it!

    He came. In her mouth.

    Sure, he had masturbated before, many times, but this was the first
time someone else made him cum. It was amazing.

    And Nora loved tasting her little brother's jizz. She felt
rewarded. She had accomplished his orgasm.

    She looked at him. And her eyes were shining. He grabbed her, pulled
her closer and kissed her. He could still taste some of his cum in her
mouth, but he rather liked the taste.

    After his orgasm, Warren became a beast. If, in the beginning, he had
been a little shy, and had to be guided, now he was ready to fuck her. He
fingered her wet pussy while they kissed, and in a matter of minutes he was
hard again.

    Hard, ready, and pretty sure of what to do. He got her on her fours and
pushed his cock into her pussy.

    There was nothing slow or "nice" about it. This was serious fucking,
the way only a fourteen year-old virgin could give.

    And Nora loved it. It just felt... So intense! Her brother fucking her
hard, doggy-style, grabbing her hips and going in and out, as fast as he
could.

    Sure, in the future (and there would be a future), Warren learned how
to go slowly. How to be nicer. But that night, he had no control
whatsoever. He just kept going and going like an animal.

    He loved to see his cock disappearing under his sister's beautiful
butt. And, no, that night they didn't try anal, that only happened years
later.

    That night, Warren was simply fucking his big sister.

    She couldn't resist. She had to whisper:

    "Go on, baby, keep fucking me. Fuck me good, yeah, oh, hard, hm... Like
that."

    "Take it, sis! Take my cock!"

    "You're gonna make me cum, Warren. I made you cum, and you'll make me
cum. And you'll cum again. Deep in my pussy. Yeah, oh..."

    Nora wasn't thinking if Warren was the best lover she ever had. She
really wasn't comparing her lovers. All she knew was that this felt so damn
good.

    He was young, yes, but he could give her what she needed.

    And, that night, she really needed it.

    Warren needed it too. Being fourteen, he was always horny and jerking
off. He really wanted to experience sex, but he always had the feeling that
it would happen later, when he was a little older. He certainly always
thought that it would happen with a girl from school.

    This was his sister! He could never tell his friends about it.

    She was so hot!

    And she was so beautiful on her hands and knees.

    And to feel her pussy around his cock, to feel her body actually moving
thanks to his thrusts... it was amazing.

    Masturbation was great fun, but this was something else. Definitely
better.

    Again, Nora whispered:

    "Oh, Warren. I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum. My kid brother is
about to make me cum!"

    He couldn't believe this. It was true. She was enjoying it!

    Of course she was. Who wouldn't?

    He grabbed her harder. Fucked her harder. And it just got better and
better and better.

    "Warren. Baby. I'm. Oh, fuck. Yes."

    Yes, she was cumming. And he was fucking her like crazy. He didn't
stop, he didn't slow down, until he, too, came.

    In his sister's pussy.

    Afterwards, they were not ashamed. Why should they?

    They kissed a little more, but they were both tired. So she went to her
room. They couldn't possibly sleep together. And, in fact, although Nora
had fucked before, she had never slept with anyone.

    They managed to have a secret affair for a few years. Their parents
never suspected anything.

    But Nora kept seeing her boyfriend. She finally dumped him, yes, but
not because of her brother, and soon she was seeing other guys. And Warren
soon started dating. For him, it was even harder to live a double life. At
home, he could do fuck and suck his sister, but in the real world he was
still dating some nervous virgins.

    Finally, Nora met Hank. And Warren, for the first time, was jealous. He
could tell that she really liked that older guy (who was just ten years
older than Nora, but thirteen years older than Warren).

    Warren and Nora started to fight. And she stopped having sex with
him. Not that she didn't have the desire, she just wanted to give all of
her attention to Hank and his kids. And, anyway, Warren was being such a
prick that he wasn't even that desirable anyway. Not anymore.

    Their parents thought Warren was just being a teenager. Which,
actually, is not completely untrue.

    Nora married Hank. Warren had a girlfriend, but she dumped him. The
next year, Warren joined the Marines. He didn't go to war, he soon left the
corps but stayed in California for a couple of years and when he returned
Nora was already pregnant with Kyle. Still in the first weeks.

    Yet, they talked. And this time Nora really needed it. She loved Hank,
but she was living with a farmer and three kids. She felt she had a hard
life for a 22 year-old girl.

    Plus, this pregnancy made her horny all the time.

    They talked about the past. And it was clear that Warren wanted to fuck
her again.

    So she allowed herself to be seduced by her young brother again.

    He was in great shape. And he was bigger and even better than she
remembered.

    When Kyle was born, she was already established with a husband and a
lover: her brother.

    In the weeks after her son's birth, she thought a lot. It wasn't fair
to Hank. But she didn't want to give up on either of them.

    Her hormones were still driving her crazy. While she stopped fucking
for a few months after Isis was born, this time she was hot all the
time. She fucked both her husband and her brother. She masturbated while
breastfeeding her son.

    But... there was more. She began to be attracted by a lot of men. Hank
and Warren were the only ones she fucked, but she fantasized about many
more.

    Finally, one day, she told Hank that she loved him, yes, but she would
also like to have sex with other men. She felt it was something she
needed. She told him that she was hot all the time. That she had fantasies
constantly. She told him that once she had masturbated while breastfeeding
Kyle (in fact, she did it all the time, but didn't want to scare her
husband).

    To her surprise, Hank came clean. It turned out that he had never given
up on hookers. He regularly went to the whorehouse.

    She had no idea.

    He told her his adventures in the whorehouse. He even met some of their
friends there. Even Earl, their neighbor. Nora always thought that he was
incredibly hot. She fantasized about him a lot.

    And she told Hank that.

    And, of course, Hank fantasized about Irene, Earl's wife.

    They were brave enough to have an honest talk to the Trevors, and the
feeling was reciprocated.

    Although nervously at first, the four started swinging. And got more
and more comfortable. The sex got better and better.

    Nora Volkman, still in her early twenties, was having all the fun she
needed.

    Soon they had other partners.

    All that time, Nora was still fucking her brother.

    And finally Nora told Hank about Warren.

    But Hank was taken aback. He was shocked.

    It was the biggest crisis in their marriage. The only time she really
feared that their marriage would end. For weeks, Hank couldn't really talk
to her.

    Hank took a lover. This was a real affair. This wasn't swinging. The
woman was single. Nora was no part of it.

    Hank spent three months in a double life that didn't please him at
all. It was though on the family. The kids could sense that something was
wrong. Daddy sometimes didn't spend the nights at home.

    Hank finally returned to his senses. He realized that Nora was the one
he loved. She was the one. The only time he had such strong feelings
towards a woman was with Mary.

    His first marriage had ended with Mary's death. He had done all he
could to stay with Mary.

    He couldn't give up on Nora.

    Hank Volkman was a practical man. Always. He knew that if he forbade
Nora to see her brother, he would always wonder. The beauty of an open
marriage is that you don't have to wonder.

    But could he simply accept it? That his wife fucked her own brother?

    He had to.

    But he had to be part of it.

    Hank liked to watch his wife fucking their friends.

    So he asked to watch. He had to see it. Before he could make a final
decision.

    Nora was a swinger. She was used to foursomes. Even small orgies. She
liked to watch and be watched.

    And she wanted Hank to watch her while she fucked her brother.

    But she felt Warren could back off. Warren was not like them. He wasn't
a swinger.

    She had a long talk to her brother. She asked him to do it. And he
hesitated. It was fair. Understandable. No surprise. But she begged him. It
was her only chance of happiness.

    Finally, Warren accepted.

    That night, the kids were with Nora's mother (still alive back then)
and Warren went to the Volkmans home.

    All three were nervous. They could hardly look at each other. Hank and
Warren didn't really talk.

    Nora tried to be a hostess. She tried to be friendly. She wanted this
to be a nice evening, before the sex.

    But she failed. They were simply waiting for the sex to start. All
three wondered how they would behave once it started.

    It was harder than when they started swinging. Doubting if they would
actually have the nerve to do it. And, if so, how would they feel about
it. And how would the others?

    Nora got upset. Hell, it was now or never. So she announced it:

    "Time to start."

    Warren asked:

    "Are you sure? I mean..."

    She looked at Hank, who said nothing, and replied:

    "Yeah, I'm sure."

    They were in the living room. And she kneeled on front of her brother
and opened his pants.

    She took his cock. It was still limp.

    She started sucking it.

    Warren looked at Hank. But Hank pretended he didn't see, focusing on
his wife.

    Usually, things started slower between Nora and Warren. But not that
night. Anyway, she felt it would be weird if she spent a lot of time just
kissing him.

    She sucked her brother's cock, and she had the impression that it was
slowly getting harder. But in the past it certainly used to get hard a lot
faster.

    She didn't look at Hank.

    But Warren had his eyes on his brother-in-law. He wondered what Hank
would do.

    Hank lit a cigarette. He had a drink. And he kept watching.

    He had to see this. It wasn't easy. This was the woman he
loved. Sucking her brother.

    And yet, as weird as that was... He always had so much pleasure
watching his beautiful young hot wife sucking another man's cock...

    His cock was hard, totally hard, which is funny considering that
Warren, younger and being sucked, wasn't.

    Nora used her hands to lower her skirt, exposing her ass and pussy.

    Hank wanted to jump right in. He wanted to fuck her.

    But he didn't move.

    He just watched. Nora's head going up and down Warren's semi-hard
cock. She caressed her brother's balls.

    She wanted Warren to get completely hard. She wanted to do it
immediately. She wanted to get this done. As fast as possible.

    Because the truth was that Nora was also nervous. She wasn't really
horny. It was a chore. It had to be done. She had to know how Hank felt
about it.

    She looked at her husband.

    She saw his crotch. And she knew he was hard.

    Nora made her move. Between a semi-hard cock that was slowly getting
somewhere and a hot, big, hard prick... She chose the second.

    She crawled towards Hank. She opened his fly and pulled it
out. Yes. That was it. Eight inches of hard meat.

    That was enough to make her juices start to flow. Okay, now she was
horny!

    She put it into her mouth. She started to suck her husband's cock.

    He got rid of his cigarette and said:

    "Oh, baby."

    Yes. Yes. Everything would be okay.

    They would all be happy together. Hank would accept her relationship
with her brother. He would be part of it.

    He caressed her hair, while she moved her head slowly around his
cock. She licked the underside of his cock.

    And Warren got hard just by watching his sister sucking that great
cock.

    He started to jack off, not sure if he could join them.

    And Nora, happy that everything was working, started fingering herself,
providing a wonderful vision to her brother.

    Her fingers worked beautifully on her juicy cunt. She started to moan.

    And Hank was moaning too. Yes, sure, this was weird. But also
exciting. He couldn't deny it.

    He saw Warren alone, jacking off in the other side of the room. And he
told him:

    "Fuck her."

    Warren hesitated. And Hank:

    "Fuck your sister. Fuck my wife."

    Warren still wasn't sure. Hank was a big guy, and Warren was kind of
afraid that he would get violent.

    But Nora said:

    "Come on, Warren. Fuck me. He wants to see us fucking."

    Warren still hesitated:

    "If it's okay..."

    And Hank:

    "It is. Come on! Fuck her!"

    Nora opened her pussy. And licked her husband's prick. Waiting for her
brother's move.

    Warren removed his clothes, came closer, and then she felt it. His
cockhead. Slowly entering her pussy.

    And her pussy was so hot!

    Yes. Yes! Everything was okay. She grabbed Hank's cock, sucked it a
little, and said:

    "Fuck me, Warren! Fuck me good!"

    Warren looked at Hank. They were so close.

    And Hank said:

    "Fuck her! Give her all you got. She loves it."

    Warren fucked her, alright. His sister's pussy had always been
wonderful.

    But Nora asked:

    "Harder."

    And, almost to illustrate her point, she sucked Hank's cock harder.

    Warren grabbed her and started fucking her hard.

    "Yeah, baby, oh... Fuck me!"

    Nora looked at Hank. Yeah, he didn't mind. He was part of this, too,
now. And she loved him for that.

    She started to slow her blowjob down. She didn't want Hank to cum, not
now, not so soon. She wanted to be fucked by both of them. Together.

    She needed this. To be taken by her husband and her brother at the same
time. To have both their big cocks inside her. Blowjobs are fun, but it's
not the same thing.

    She couldn't have them cumming now. Not before she experienced it. Not
before she was ready to cum.

    "I need you both. Now."

    They didn't understand what she meant, and Warren kept fucking her. But
she moved her body free.

    Her clothes were a mess. So she removed them. Hank understood and used
the opportunity to do the same.

    She caressed her brother's cock. It was still wet from her juices.

    Then she sat on her husband's cock. It was still wet from her saliva.

    Nora kissed Hank. Yes. They were sharing this.

    Then she looked back and told her brother:

    "Fuck my ass, Warren. I want to have both of you inside me. I want to
feel you both in me."

    Warren got into position. Hank opened Nora's cheeks for him.

    And Warren inserted his cock into her asshole.

    Warren and Nora had started doing anal after he returned from
California.

    But Nora had never done a threesome. Until then, Hank and Nora were
simply swingers. Once, years before, Hank had shared a hooker with Fred
Muren, one of his friends. And he had told her that, and that was what gave
her the idea to be taken by both of them.

    She had been curious. But the actual feeling was much better than she
expected.

    She bit her husband's shoulder. She kissed him, licked his neck, his
ears, she moaned, she screamed...

    Nora Volkman was in pure heaven.

    And so were Hank and Warren. Warren, in particular, was amazed to
actually feel Hank's cock through Nora's thin membrane. Hank, who was the
only one with experience in this kind of sex, was simply fascinated by the
whole thing. His wife was so hot. And she was so happy. And Warren was part
of this.

    Oh, they fucked her. They fucked her good.

    And she was going crazy thanks to those two:

    "Yeah, fuck me, oh... You both, yes... Such big cocks. You're tearing
me apart. So good, it's so good, come on, don't stop, keep going, keep
going, yes, oh..."

    Hank kissed her. And Warren started kissing and licking the back of her
neck.

    This was so wonderful.

    She couldn't control herself. There she was, sandwiched between them,
pressed by them, fucked by them.

    Their rhythm was so perfect. Hank and Warren were in perfect synchrony.

    It was just a matter of time.

    And time passed so fast.

    She got closer and closer. Till she was practically there. Then she
shouted:

    "Cum in me, cum to me, I want your... Oh!"

    It was the best orgasm of her life.

    And, while she was still cumming, she felt her reward. So
hot. Wonderful. In her pussy and her ass.

    They rested in pure bliss.

    The truth is that the first threesome didn't break all of Hank's
doubts. He still needed some time to get used to it. But, as the weeks and
months passed by, he realized that Warren was no real threat, that Nora
would never leave him for her brother, and the sex was so hot.

    With time, he started to truly accept Warren as part of it.

    They became good friends. And built a house for Warren, so he could
live in the farm.

    The swinging group became a real orgy group, instead of just
wife-swapping.

    Only Earl and Irene, their closest friends, knew that Nora and Warren
were lovers. Sometimes, Warren joined them. The other friends had no
idea. Hank and Warren also shared a few hookers through these years.

    One night, a couple of years ago, Hank met a beautiful girl in an orgy
at the Trevors. Her name was Toni, she was 26, and she went with her
then-boyfriend. It was her first orgy, she had been curious, and she was
quickly attracted to Hank. They fucked. They liked each other.

    The boyfriend, however, didn't like the orgy at all, got seriously
jealous, and they split.

    By chance, Hank and Toni met a few days later. Talked, laughed. She was
flirting. He explained that Nora was his wife. But he hooked her up with
Warren.

    They started dating. He was seven years older than she was, but she
liked older guys. They got married in 2008.

    And Toni never stopped having sex with Hank.

    She also knew about Warren and Nora. He had told her the truth. And she
accepted it. The truth was that she already suspected it.

    It just made sense. Hank and Nora were swingers, Warren also liked
other partners, Hank and Warren shared Toni... It was kind of obvious.

    Just as it was, to Nora, that Martin Parker fucked his sister Julie.



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