Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 08:39:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Needs Viagra part 2

Who Needs Viagra
Part 2


    I slept late and was the last one up. When I came down to breakfast
Ellie was combing Jane's silken hair in the kitchen and Oliver was over on
the couch in baggy white shorts plugged into his ipod. The morning was
cloudless and the aroma of breakfast, the scent of jasmine and freesia and
the scantily dressed teens gave promise of a very special day ahead. Jane
already had on a two-piece yellow bathing suit not modest enough for home
use, but a bit conservative here.
    I got my eggs and positioned myself at the counter so I could watch
them.
    Jane openly admired my wife's body and told her what beautiful breasts
she had, that I was lucky and said it so that I was certain to hear. I was
curious how far this sweet girl would carry such conversation so I decided
to push it forward. "Jane, dear, they're one of the best things about my
wife. I treat them with a great deal of respect and give them a lot of
attention." The girl giggled and Ellie shot a pleased grin in my direction.
    "From what I can see," added my wife, "yours are doing very well and
soon should reach my size."
    "My dad says they're gonna be as great as my mom's."
    I felt my cock stir in my shorts.
    Ellie and I looked at each other and seemed to be thinking the same
thing. My sister-in-law, god rest her soul, was a "body beautiful" if ever
there was--I know because I fucked that body until her kids were seven or
eight. Fucked her while Jane's father, my brother, fucked my dear wife
right alongside us. I wonder if the kids suspected anything those
times. And Ellie knew the pleasure of those breasts too: my wife and Jane's
mother put on shows for us men more than once. Her young daughter's tits
were beautifully shaped and I just knew the kinds of thoughts passing
through Ellie's mind just then. From that point on I knew we were going to
have sex with the kids; it was just a matter making the opportunity for it.

    "Ellie, if these kids haven't yet fucked they sure are ready," was my
assessment as we changed in the bedroom.  I urged my wife to wear one of
her thongs. I chose baggies.
    "Don't wear those," my wife grinned at me. "Wear your Speedos...the
blue ones."
    As she slipped into her sexist thong I asked "Do you want it to
happen?"
    She came over and rubbed her crotch against my cock. I tilted my head
so I could kiss her bare tits. First one nipple then the other grew hard in
my wet warm mouth.
    Ellie closed her eyes and threw back her head telling me in a horse,
aroused whisper, "What do you think? What do.... I want to fuck with them,
Greg! I want their sweet bodies... I want their cherry!"
    "Tell me!" I demanded as I chewed on those long cock-like nipples.
    "Want to suck his cock...watch them fuck... he fucks his sister!... so
beautiful...you fuck the girl...I, ...I, want her tongue in my pussy...oh
fuckin' bitch!...make me cum... make me cum! I want their assholes!"
    I drew her thong aside and fingered her anus and she came, the two of
us standing there like when we were new and so hot for each other--18 year
olds--when we fucked however we could, where ever we could, the first time
against the wall in the back of an empty classroom.
    Right from the start we recognized similar sexual drives and
obsessions. We both liked to 69 on each others asshole; liked to go naked
outdoors as much as possible, in parks at night. She'd blow me as I drove,
pointing out appealing bodies of young boys and girls on the street.  We
quickly found others our own age and enjoyed little erotic scenes with
them, and then later wives and husbands who, like us, needed strange cock
and pussy and wanted to play games. Oh, yes, baby, cum for me hard! Hard!
You're still as horny as I am. Ellie's orgasms were loud and it didn't
surprise me when later the twins told me they could hear, and knew what it
was.

end part 2

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Julian
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