Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2011 04:42:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who need Viagra  part 7

We all slept together that night in a marvelous pig pile of arms and legs
and genitals on the king-sized bed. The kids' warm and precious bodies
wrapped around us in the morning felt like heaven; for the first time in my
life I regretted the decision Ellie and I had made not to have any children
of our own.

It was the nude beach day. Six miles distant, the beach was actually
clothing optional, but most bathers, families included, shucked all. Janie
and Oliver were so excited for this new experience they could hardly get
their breakfast down. The boy was concerned that he'd have a perpetual
boner and would be made fun of. Ellie and I assured him it wasn't like
that, that to be out in the open under the big blue sky naked was so
natural and relaxing, and though maybe sexy, it usually didn't arouse. I at
least never saw any men or boys with hard cocks (though I would have
enjoyed the sight) and this seemed to reassure him. We told Oliver that he
could cover up if felt himself boning up.

It was a wonderful frolic that the kids begged us to repeat the next
day. For Ellie and I the eye-ball pleasure of watching these beautiful
bodies run and jump and twist and stretch was glorious. I was the one, not
Oliver, to start to bone up. It was a successful trip.

At home even before dinner our group sex play began again. On the way home
we remarked about the naked bodies we'd seen, discussed in detail what
shape tit looked good on what type of body, how some ass looks great full
front but disappoints in flat profile. Important things like that.

"Oliver," I said "there was a guy about nineteen who kept his eye on you,
did you notice? He was pretty good looking. "Then there was this girl, she
must have been about 22...did you see her doing stretches? ...what a
fantastic body!...I wanted to..."

 "I saw him" said Jane.

"Were you jealous?"

"He had a pretty large one."

"Yeah, I bet it was as big as mine"

"How large is yours Uncle Greg?" In the mirror I could see Jane's hand
slide into her brother's groin.

"A bit bigger than your dad's. Seven and a quarter inches to be exact."

Back home we discarded our clothes again. Once you spend a lot of time
naked you want to do it all the time. It was all new to the kids whose high
spirits couldn't be contained and we watched them wrestle and chase each
other, happy for their uninhibited sexuality and delighted in their
freedom.  Oliver wrestled his sister to the carpet and sat on her shoulders
with his wagging dick on her nose. She tried to knock him off by shoving
her fingers in his ass and pinching, but that just increased his
aggression. Their physicality was contagious.

Ellie got that look on her that meant she was ready. She dropped in front
of me and put my dick in her mouth. The kids' eyes got wide and big smiles
of approval broke across their faces. My wife worked on my dick `til it was
fully hard. She wanted it doggie style and got on her hands and knees. I
loved fucking her this way. It allowed me to go in so deep I could easily
reach her cervix.

The kids stretched on the floor close enough to touch us if they
wanted. Jane immediately began little sounds of lust and love to accompany
my thrusts. "Do her Uncle Greg"... she hissed.... "oh shit, ugh... put your
big cock in Aunt Ellie!.... fuck he pussy!....ugh...sigh...fuck!." He
brother played with himself, his eyes focused on the spot where Ellie and I
were joined. It was great to have an under age audience.

I felt little fingers around my balls and ass and a few times I stopped my
thrusts to allow whoever it was to enjoy the themselves.

Oliver's hand on his cock now moved with faster speed, his oncoming orgasm
bringing him up on his knees. With strained whimpers he came hard but still
in enough control to aim his spurts in our direction; I felt the drops land
on my back, then his sister's greedy tongue on me lapping the pearly
emission. That put me over the top with a near record cum in Ellie.

One cum wasn't enough for me.

I stretched in the oversized easy chair across from the couch and put the
hassock under my legs then had sweet Jane straddle my chest, but turned
away from me. I held her wrists and told her to slowly lower herself onto
the hassock. Got the picture? With a bit of careful adjustment her ass was
now in my face. I planned to lick and kiss that mauve orifice to my heart's
content and wanted both of us to be comfortable.

If you've never had the pleasure of eating out a young adolescent girl's
asshole you are missing one of life's rare delights-- especially Jane's
asshole. She and her brother always were clean in all parts. Jane's butt
was tenderly fragrant with costly soap or rose scented body lotion yet
still had enough vague aroma of pussy and shit to be sexually arousing for
me. I feasted like a starved man. Ass licking is one of my specialties. I
licked and stabbed and forced as much of my greedy tongue in her as
possible. My niece. The rapture I produced in her showed us how a little
anal action could turn this thirteen-year old into a squirming little
slut. I had to grab her hips to keep my mouth on her. Across the room
Oliver and his aunt watched, Oliver's fingers playing with the head of his
dick and my wife working her nipples and moaning. I saw her lift one leg
high and say something to him. He slipped to the floor and got his face
between her ass

 cheeks and did what I was doing to his sister.

All this brought me very near the brink and I could feel a strong cum
building at the base of my dick. Our bodies were mashed together as one. I
just closed my eyes and relaxed. Then, for the first time ever, I came
hands free by way of a soft adolescent belly rubbing my erection. She could
feel it and I felt her squeeze her cheeks together on my face. A nice
sticky, warm, long eruption that almost knocked her to the floor.

Now finally my ass licking gratified, still I would not let go of her ass
until, out of breath and sounding exhausted, she begged for me to stop. We
peeled apart, my dried cum on her belly and mine.

Across from us my nephew finished his work between Ellie's cheeks with hugs
and kisses and much extravagant praise from his aunt. She said he was
almost as good as me in that department.

Then we had a late dinner and dropped off the sleep.



The third day was still as beautiful as the first two, weather
wise. Everything changed at around 10 am.

The call was from a friend of my brother Peter who I met one or twice and
knew vaguely. Curious why he had called I listened with a distracted mind,
thinking about the kids stirring in their bed, until I heard certain words
that raised red flags in my brain and focused my mind to a small point. I
heard "doctor" and "accident" and "cancer" and then he had difficulty with
the next words. Blood rushed to my head and my hands became ice cold. I
knew. He was dead. My brother.

In a matter of a few seconds a whole dimension to his life unfolded to
me. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, a rapid killer. He
learned just four months ago. He didn't wait. Somehow he got hold of a
bunch of morphine and checked out early.

For hours I walked around stunned, a zombie to everyone. Finally the kids
asked Ellie what was wrong with me. Bless her, she told them in the most
loving and gentle way possible. The kids hadn't know about the cancer. We
kept the other part from them. All of us mourned for weeks but eventually
the need to take care of daily business drew us back to life. There was a
lot of legal stuff.

In line with the will we were given guardianship and most of the estate in
trust for the kids, which was more than enough for their education as well
as a good start in life. Their maternal grand parents were alive but never
had very much to do with them. My mother remained close to them but on the
other side of the US. Sex between us and the kids was in check for six
months. Until.

One night we discovered Jane sucking Oliver's cock in the back garden when
we came home from a movie. The mourning period was over. They were now
fourteen. I took out my dick and they both went down on me. Ellie got
behind them and helped herself to their aroused bodies and we all didn't
stop until each of us had cum several times. It was as if a damn had broken
and set us free to fully live again.

And live we did. I was completely wrong about kids messing up one's sex
life. Having their young firm flesh in our bed, on the couches, all around
the house makes each day more precious than we could ever have known. We
love them now in all ways and have created a bond that will never be broke.

end

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Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com