What’s a Limnophile ? by Limnophile

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Limnophile is my pseudonym and the name of my company, ‘Limnophile Enterprises’. My real name is Lewis, as in ‘Lewis and Clark’. You’re probably wondering, “So what is a ‘limnophile’?” It’s the combination of two ancient words, which mean ‘passion’ and ‘lake’. I love lakes, rivers, hot tubs, pools, beaches, and the ocean. I enjoy watching water birds and fish in nature, they’re very relaxing.

My favorite thing in life is making love to an attractive partner or two in the water. Aquatic sex even inspired my company’s top-selling product, Limnoglide, a sex lube that lasts up to an hour in the water.

There are five doors in my bedroom. One is a walk-in closet and another divides the bedroom from the hallway. Another door is for my bathroom, which has a tub large enough for six. The shower has ten spray heads and can accommodate six people. Eight is a tight squeeze, but we’ve done it a few times.

I have sex in the tub or shower nearly every morning. Starting the day doing dirty things to get clean is great! The last two doors lead to the indoor pool and the largest of the outdoor ones. To get from my bed to the dining room or back yard, it’s quicker to swim than walk.

My family is very unconventional but also very happy. My beautiful wife agreed that since we couldn’t have any children of our own, we would adopt some who were at least age twelve. There was much less mess and noise, and it was a lot safer than having younger kids around all the pools. We keep our adult activities out of their sight and hearing until they reach legal age at 18.

Once they’re old enough, we let the teen girls and boys decide if they want to keep living with us as our kids, or if they’d like to be romantically involved with us. Most of them have so far. We’re loving and kind, and greatly enjoy helping them explore their sexuality. We also encourage them to learn to please their partners.

The ten who have grown up and moved away always visit on major holidays, and we email and video chat with them often. Most years, the week from Christmas Eve through New Years’ is one big celebration and orgy. When they visit, the few young men and women who don’t want to be intimate with us sleep at a nearby hotel with their spouses and children, then enjoy being with us as a family during the day.

Last night my wife was a little disappointed that I didn’t want any more sex. Just since dinner, I’d made love to both our girlfriends, and didn’t have anything left for her. She was semi-content and understood, since both our boyfriends ‘rocked her world’ that afternoon. She and the other four cuddled and fell asleep with me in our double-king bed. It’s a waterbed, obviously. As we dozed off, we watched the fish in the huge aquarium that serves as the bedroom’s exterior wall, facing the flower garden and back yard.

On the morning I turned 35 I woke up in the best way possible! I was laying on my side with my mouth on a large breast. My cock was fully erect in another woman’s mouth, and I felt a well-lubed penis sliding smoothly into my ass.

I had no idea that I’d lose a big part of my family and most of my lovers that night.

But here’s how things began –

Childhood – ages 6 to 13

What I remember from my childhood is mostly happy, but very unusual. Mom and Dad took good care of me when I was a little boy. I vaguely remember being very sick and Mom spending every minute with me for weeks at a time. I was too weak and ill, so she spoon-fed me. She put damp cloths on my forehead to reduce my fever. She spent a lot of time keeping me and the house clean. Dad and the neighbors called her a ‘clean freak’, but I didn’t see anything wrong with it.

At least once a day, and usually twice, she would fill the tub and have me take a bath. I loved sitting in warm water and relaxing, and I still do. Since I had major health issues, Mom was very worried for me and paid much less attention to Dad. She kept holding me in her lap and feeding me until I was nine. Most children would have objected, but I enjoyed the comfort and reassurance. I loved sitting in her lap as she home-schooled me too. Dad had found a girlfriend and wasn’t home much, but Mom didn’t seem to care.

On the nights Dad was gone, she would lay behind me in bed and hold me as we fell asleep. It was warm and extremely comfortable. We were always clothed, and there was never anything romantic or sexual about it, she was just an unusually caring and nervous Mom who loved holding and comforting her child, and I loved her too.

Dad moved away, and the divorce didn’t seem to upset Mom very much. Some might say it was divine justice or karma that took her from me when I was only 13. There was nothing bad that needed justice, and now I know that it wasn’t. Instead of her excessive cleaning saving us from germs, some of the harsh cleaning chemicals started the cancer that took her away from me.

Losing a parent is almost always distressing and painful. I lost my only real parent, my teacher, and my best friend; all at the same time. She was the only one in the world who mattered to me. When she passed away, most of my spirit died too.

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Youth – 14 to 17

I had to go live down south with my Dad and stepmother. Sharon was crisply polite, but I could easily tell she didn’t want another kid. She smoked and I hated the smell. I avoided her as much as possible. The house was crowded, cluttered, and usually dirty. She would only do a little cleaning when Dad got upset and complained about the mess, once a month or so.

I wanted to mope quietly, mourning Mom, but my step-siblings, 9 year old Katie and 8 year old Tom, wanted to play games or watch movies with me all the time. I couldn’t care less that Katie was cute and would eventually be a beauty, or that Tom idolized me and wanted to be like me.

Both were loud, irritating, and messy. They picked on me because I showered or bathed twice a day. I thought there were annoying little pigs, because they only bathed once or twice a week and left their dirty clothes all over the floor.

I had to share a room with the two of them, with my small bed and their bunk beds in an “L” shape, taking up most of the little bedroom. Any time one of us needed to change clothes we had to go in the bathroom. After a few months of that, Dad remodeled part of the basement and Tom and I shared a much larger room downstairs.

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I finally regained interest in life the day I met Amanda, when I went to a real school for the first time. I was only thirteen and a half, but my test scores said I was equal to a high school Senior. Dad and the vice-principal realized I might have a lot of trouble with kids who were that much older, so I started as a Sophomore. I was the shortest boy in class, other than Elmer, who had a growth disorder. Elmer was in most of the same classes I was, and we quickly became friends, as the class runts and nerds.

Amanda was a very intelligent 15-year-old, and had skipped Freshman year. She was unpopular too, but other than her age I had no idea why. She was funny and very pretty, and I liked the perfume she wore. We only had History and Chemistry classes together, the last two of the day. I sat in front of her in History. I was also lucky enough to have her as my Chemistry lab partner. It was quickly obvious to us we shared some ‘chemistry’. I was quite surprised that a girl nearly two years older would like me.

The second week, she touched my foot with hers several times, as we sat in the lab. We sat with our ankles touching for a few days, then started playing ‘footsie’ until the teacher caught us. In History class, she would play with my hair or stroke the back of my neck with her pen.

After a few weeks, she asked me where I lived. I gave her the address and she squealed like a little girl. “That’s close to my house! You’re across the river from us!” Indeed, her house was only a couple of hundred meters from mine, with the river in between. The bridges were inconveniently far apart and I would need to walk two kilometers to visit her, nearly a km to the bridge, 200 meters to cross it, and another click back.

A few times a week I would ride the school bus to her house then walk home after we studied. Once the weather was warm enough in the spring, one of us would swim to the other’s house every day. One weekend we discovered a sand bar in the river. It was mostly hidden below the water and provided a shallow spot where we could kneel or sit on the bottom and rest. We soon made it our favorite meeting spot. I loved hugging her in the water. We never had sex, or even came close to it. I only got one single kiss from her, on the day before she left, but it still broke my heart when she and her family moved away.

I survived two more years of high school with no girlfriend, and only my fellow outcast Elmer by my side. A few months before graduation, I got great news in the mail. I was offered a full scholarship at an Ivy League college, at only 16 years old!

Dad rained on my parade in a big way. He insisted that I wasn’t ready for college and needed to see the real world. He got me a job as his assistant. He was a traveling salesman for industrial machinery. Being his assistant mainly involved carrying around heavy pieces of metal. Over the two years, I learned there was no way in Hell I wanted to be a salesman or do heavy manual labor for the rest of my life. Dad wanted to keep me as his assistant another year, but I ‘ran away’ to college at the age of 18 and a few days.

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College – First Semester

I moved into one of the freshman dorms on a Sunday, and my first week went well. Most of the people were friendly, and I got invited to a party on Friday night. At the party I had my introduction to cigarettes, marijuana, and alcohol. So, so much alcohol. I quickly decided I hated smoking anything and didn’t like the smell of people who did. I also decided I hated beer, whiskey, and vodka. Until the next Friday.

The severe hangovers the first two Saturdays taught me a little, and I resolved to have no more than four drinks at the third weekly party. Around midnight I was on my fifth beer, and a beautiful redhead named Bonnie asked me to have a shot with her. She looked about 21, and I was surprised she’d like a guy who was only 18. Willpower won out, and the shot of something nasty was my last drink of the night. She was drunker than I was, so I helped her walk to her apartment. Before she went inside, she kissed me and said, “Thanks for walking me home. You’re such a gentleman. I’ll see you at the next party.”

The next weekend I danced and drank with her, made out with her a little, and danced and drank some more. One of the guys started a shot contest, and we joined in. In fifteen seconds, I managed to drink four shots and she had three. My throat burned with the fury of a fire tornado. Several hours and beers later, I half-staggered, half-crawled back to her apartment with her.

I woke up in her bed, in the middle of a wonderful blowjob. Under the sheet, a mouth was licking me, and sucking on me very hard at the same time. A hand rotated and stroked my shaft at just the right speed. I was in the middle of a great climax, when she walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She yelled, “DAMN IT BEN! AGAIN!”

I panicked in surprise. “BEN?”

I lifted the sheet and saw the blowjob expert was a young man with red hair. I jumped and moved away from him in shock. I had never thought about a guy in a romantic or sexual way. I knew I wasn’t gay because I liked girls far too much.

Ben smiled as he said, “You did well this time, Bonnie. He’s really cute.”

She slapped the back of his head. “Jackass!”

“I’m sorry, Lewis. My cousin thinks it’s funny when he tries to steal my boyfriends. Half the guys end up hitting him, but he never learns.”

I tried to remember the night before, without much luck. I asked her, “Ah, last night, did you and I, um…”

Ben answered. “Nope. She passed out on the kitchen floor, and your dick was limp as toothpaste.”

“What?” I had a flashback of feeling a warm body on my back, and a hand in my underwear.

He said, “It’s okay, whiskey dick happens all the time. You were nice and hard this morning, even before I touched you.”

I thought Ben was kind of handsome, and the blowjob had been amazing. If only the situation wasn’t so awkward and weird…

Bonnie angrily said, “You had your fun, Ben. Go leave us alone!” She closed the door.

She turned to me. “I’m so sorry, Lewis. Let me make it up to you?”

She sat next to me and dropped her towel on the floor. Seeing her sexy body quickly got me hard again.

I kissed her and felt her nice breasts as she slowly stroked my cock. Before long, she reached for a condom and rolled it on me.

She rode me cowgirl style for a minute or so, then turned around for some reverse cowgirl. I was feeling great as she had a small orgasm. We moved around, and I started fucking her from behind. “Yeah! This is great, Lewis! UH! YEAH! AAARRRRRR!” I squirted into the condom and pulled out as she exploded, sending a gush of warm liquid onto the condom and my scrotum.

We heard loud clapping as Ben said, “Very good! Excellent!” He was standing in the doorway, staring at us.

Again, she screamed, “Damn it, Ben!”

He teased, “I like being on the bottom too.”

She jumped up and slammed the door in his face.

“He’s such a pain in the ass sometimes! But you were great! Sorry my cousin is such a pervert.”

We cuddled and relaxed a moment, chatted about the party a little, then got dressed. I asked her, “So have you and Ben ever….”

“EEEEW! NO! He’s my cousin! And he’s gay. I just share an apartment with him to save money.”

“Not that you would do anything with him, but have the two of you ever shared a guy? Like one guy being both of your boyfriends?”

“NO! He keeps pulling the stunt where he blows my boyfriend in his sleep, and maybe a quarter of them dump me for him. The rest usually get mad and leave, after they scream at Ben or hit him.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gay or anything. I like women a lot, and I think you’re great. But would you be willing to let me try it? Be my girlfriend, and let me have some fun with him too?”

From the other side of the door, we heard Ben chanting, “YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT! YES! DO IT!”

Bonnie hesitated a long time. “I… I need to think about it. If I say ‘No’, will you break up with me?”

“I really like you. Of course not. But I want to give it a try, if you’ll let me. Please think about it.” I kissed her and gave her a hug.

She nodded but looked very nervous. “I’m super busy with classes during the week, so I’ll see you here Friday night?”

“Sure.” I gave her another hug and kiss.

On the way out of the apartment, I saw Ben sitting in the kitchen and smiled at him. He mimed giving a blowjob, and I left the building laughing.

The next Friday night I knocked on their door and Ben answered. He smiled as he saw me but said, “Bad news. Really bad news. She has rules.”

Bonnie was at the kitchen table, double-checking something in a notebook. She told us, “Have a seat, and some wine.”

I’d only had wine a couple of times before and filled my glass nearly to the top. The spout on the box of red wine was really convenient. I thought messing with corks was annoying.

Ben saw my glass and chuckled, “You planning on getting hammered again?”

He poured his about half full, saying; “The glasses are tall to hold the aroma, but a serving of wine is only about half a beer. It’s stronger.”

I took a sip and kind of liked it.

Bonnie said, “I decided we can try sharing you. But I have some rules.”

Ben joked, “Be afraid of anybody who makes rules.”

She tried to ignore him, saying; “The first rule is for safety. None of the three of us will have sex with anybody else, just Lewis and Ben, and Lewis and I.” Ben and I nodded.

“The second rule is, use condoms for butt stuff, or intercourse.” We agreed again.

“The third rule is, clean up after yourself. I don’t want used condoms or dirty underwear all over the place.”

Ben joined in, “And the fourth rule is, don’t have any fun.” He flicked the tip of her nose with his finger.

She complained angrily, “Ben, I’m giving you want you want! The least you can do is be polite!”

He sheepishly apologized. “Sorry. I really appreciate it, Bonnie. Thanks.”

She said, “And the real fourth rule is, we get Lewis on alternating days. He’ll be with Ben tonight, and me tomorrow.”

He asked, “Can we change that? How about I get him an hour a day, and he’ll be with you the rest of the time?”

She turned to him. “Why?”

“I don’t know about Lewis, but I want sex every day. And I’m not really a romantic, long talk kind of guy.”

“Okay, that’s fine. An hour with Ben, and the rest of the time with me.” She smiled as she crossed out the rule and wrote in the new one. I thought she might make a good lawyer. It didn’t surprise me a bit, to find out she was in Pre-Law.

She said, “And the last rule is about fairness with money. We’re kind of poor, and can’t pay much for dates, so we should split the cost. And to be fair, if somebody gets a gift, the other should get something of equal value too.”

Ben looked like he was asleep, with his elbow on the table, and chin in his hand. I was beginning to get bored too. “I don’t need anything fancy, and I’m not well off either, so don’t worry about that. Any other rules?”

“Not really a rule, but, um… can I watch you sometimes?”

Ben jumped back in the conversation, “Sure. If I can watch you?”

She protested, “You already do!”

Ben happily jumped up. “It’s settled then. How about we go on my kind of date first, then we can go on whatever kind of date you want tomorrow, Lew?”

I agreed, “Sure, Ben.”

“Cool. Grab a couple towels from the bathroom and get your clothes off.”

When I got back, he was naked. “Don’t be confused by me having a sense of humor. I’m an engineer, so I like efficiency.”

I liked what I saw. He was about 90 kilos and 190cm, slightly taller and heavier than I was. I liked his big shoulders and six pack abs. His curly red hair descended just past his shoulders, and he had a fine red moustache. He had a little less chest hair than I did, and a large cock to match mine, about 18cm long, and 4 wide. I liked his face and hair but wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss him.

He said, “The sooner you pass me the towels and strip, the sooner we can start.”

I quickly undressed, as he put the towels on the sofa. He sat down and patted the towel next to him. “Come here, loverboy.”

I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks, and other areas.

He giggled. “The look on your face is great! I love it when you blush. It’s so cute!”

I sat next to him, and he looked in my eyes. “You’re shaking, Lew. There’s nothing to be scared of. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

I laughed nervously. “This just feels weird. I’ve never done anything with a guy before.”

He said, “How about we put off the being nervous, and the kissing, and just get to the sex? Efficiency.”

He gently held my penis and started stroking it. “It’s easy. Do what feels good for you.”

I held his nice cock in my hand for the first time and followed his example. It only took three or four minutes for both of us to come, spraying into each other’s hands. We wiped ourselves on the towels as we rested a little.

“Thanks, Lew. That was pretty good for a first time.”

“That was great! Thanks, Ben.”

He said, “I don’t like a lot of boring rules, so I just have two. Honesty – if you’re with me, you’re really with just me. And with Bonnie. And if I do something for you, you should do the same for me.”

“Makes sense, totally fair.”

I blushed and nervously laughed again when he said, “Good. Suck my dick, loverboy.”

I was nervous but did my best. I licked, and stroked, and sucked, until his thick, sticky semen blasted into my mouth. Some hit the back of my throat, making me cough a little. I didn’t really like the taste, but swallowed anyway.

He said, “Pretty good, for a beginner. Your turn.”

He gave me another amazing suck job that made my toes curl. To this day, I’ve only had a few lovers that were as skilled at blowjobs, and none that were better.

“Wow! So good! Thank you!”

He swallowed mine, then said; “I don’t like the flavor, but swallowing is the nice thing to do.”

I chuckled. “I don’t like it either, and thanks.”

“You too. So, is there anything else you want to do tonight? Or is that enough for one date?”

“It was great. But I guess that’s enough.”

“Cool! Suck you tomorrow.” He shook my hand and walked to his room.

“You too!”

Our ‘date’ had cost two glasses of boxed wine and taken half an hour, but both of us were fully satisfied. Efficient. But I kind of missed having an emotional connection.

I saw Bonnie smiling. She unbuttoned her blouse, as she asked; “That was really sexy! So do you want to just sit there for half an hour, or can I start our date early?” Her top was on a chair by the time she finished her question, and I admired her in her lacy white bra.

I asked her, “Do you want an engineer date too?”

She giggled and took her pants off. “I’ll give it a try.” I slid her panties to the side and fingered her to a mild orgasm as she stood in front of me. “Mmm! Nice, Lew.”

She finished undressing and we had some hot 69 on the towel-covered sofa as Ben watched. Her mouth opened wide at just the wrong time. My dick slipped out, and I shot off all over her face and neck. Only seconds later, several jets of her hot pussy juice squirted me in the face.

Being his usual self, Ben clapped, saying; “Bravo! Very sexy! But now the two of you are filthy, like my mind.”

I asked, “I thought you were gay, Ben?”

“I like anybody who wants to make me cum, but women are a lot more work. I love boobs, but don’t you think pussies are kind of ugly? Like a hairy fish taco that’s all soggy and bent out of shape?”

Bonnie threw a shoe at him. “ASSHOLE!” He dodged, but it wouldn’t have hit him anyway.

I wanted to calm the situation down and kissed her, which was a big mistake in our well-soiled condition. I got a taste of my semen, and apparently she didn’t like the flavor of her snatch either.

He laughed some more, as we grimaced in disgust. She made both of us laugh, with; “Shower. We need a shower. Then something we can shoot Ben with.”

We had some great sex standing in the spray of hot water, and she made sure to be extra loud, so that Ben could hear. “So good! Yeah! Lew! Wow! UNGH! UH! YEAH! AAAIIIAAAIIIAAAIIIEEE!”

I’d climaxed five times in only a few hours! Oh, to be 18 again!

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The next day I stopped over for another ‘engineer date’ with Ben and had some quick 69. I found out Ben didn’t like licking pussy, but enjoyed fucking them as much as I did. Bonnie wasn’t in the mood for anything that night, and just gave me a hug as I left.

I got into a routine of short hook-ups or ‘engineer dates’ with Ben nearly every night, and also a few mornings. I would have much longer, more romantic dates with Bonnie, nearly always on the weekend. Some of my classes were difficult, but I was having good sex at least eight times a week. The second month we got even more efficient, and I’d stop over just in time for Ben’s morning shower. I loved it when we jerked each other off with soapy hands under the shower head.

Ben and I tried anal with each other a few times, but either we used a lot of petroleum jelly, which was hard to clean up and tasted and smelled nasty; or it was painful for whoever was receiving. We didn’t think it was worth the pain or the mess. Blowjobs and handjobs were easy and fun.

We hadn’t yet heard anything about sex lubricants, using toys to stretch things, or going very slow at the beginning. We assumed it was like regular fucking. Petroleum jelly mixed with feces is a goopy, sticky, stinky mess; and just jamming something into an anus dry is never good. In time, we would learn. Bonnie graduated at the end of the semester and moved on to law school.

Ben asked if I wanted to move in with him. I was more than happy to, and we reached a long-term agreement. We knew neither of us was in love with the other. We were good friends who enjoyed lots of sex. If one of us wanted to date or sleep with someone else we would talk about it first and probably agree to it.

To save a lot of money, Ben and I would share a bedroom and get another roommate. Ben saved up enough to get a rusty twenty-year-old jalopy. It was hideous but it ran. Grocery shopping, laundry, and a lot of other tasks were much easier with a vehicle.

Against our will, we spent a mostly unhappy holiday season with our families, before returning to school and sex.

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College – Second Semester

The morning two days before classes started there was a knock at the door. I was half asleep and groggily answered it. A beautiful brunette was crushing out a cigarette with the toe of her cowboy boot. She was dressed like a sexy cowgirl, including a pink Stetson hat. Her curly dark hair fell to her waist. I liked her smooth bare midriff and the shape of the items barely concealed by her tight white t-shirt, which had the bottom third raggedly cut off. As she stared at me I noticed I was only wearing my boxers.

She nervously asked, “Hi, I’m Penny. Is this 1409-C Maple? The one looking for a roommate?”

“I’m Lewis. Yeah, it’s only 300 a month, because there’ll be three of us sharing. You’ll have your own room.”

“That’s good. Well, there are two of us, so is it even cheaper with four in the apartment?” I was very disappointed. I should have known a girl so attractive would be dating somebody.

“Yeah, it would only be 225 each.”

She asked, “Have you been with your girlfriend long? What’s her name?”

“Um, Ben and I have been together since the start of last semester.”

“So, you’re gay? That’s cool.”

“Um… actually that’s kinda complicated. Have you been with your boyfriend long?”

“Melissa and I got together last month, but we’ve been friends since middle school.”

“It’s great that you’ve known each other so long. Lesbians are cool.”

“Uh… That’s complicated too.” She twirled her hair with a finger, and I saw her cheeks flush.

I asked, “How about we un-complicate things? Can the two of you come over for pizza at 7 tonight?”

“Sure. See you then.”

I hated the smell of cigarettes, but still thought it was sexy when she lit up as she left. I’d love to have her lips sucking on me instead.

I was a little surprised when she climbed in an almost new red sedan. Her car was a lot nicer than her clothes. I didn’t see any dents, or even a scratch on it. Once I joked that Ben’s car was 40 percent dents and 60 percent rust. He told me I forgot about the duct tape.

That night, I pulled the hot pizza from the oven, as I was telling Ben about Penny.

“… and she has a great body, too. I swear, she’s at least a 9! Maybe a 9 and a half!”

Ben opined, “Maybe she’s great, but then the other one has to be ugly, or a cute whale, or something. When girls are friends, there’s always a hot one and an ugly one.”

We heard a car park outside, and Ben peeked out the window. He quickly said, “I was wrong! Oh my gawd! I was SO, SO WRONG!”

I walked over and looked through the edge of the curtains with him. Cute and hot brunette Penny took a puff from a cigarette and passed it to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

Melissa had curly blonde hair that reached the bottom of her big breasts. If Penny’s perfectly-shaped ‘B’ cups were nice, Melissa’s ‘D’s were at least twice as nice. Penny dressed like a woman that guys would pick up in a bar, if they were very lucky. Melissa wore a conservative pink dress that only revealed a small bit of cleavage, and descended below her knees, but she was still absurdly attractive. I noticed the color of her legs was slightly darker than her arms. I wondered if she was wearing pantyhose? I LOVED it when my mother used to wear them.

She exhaled a cloud and dropped the cigarette butt on the sidewalk. I watched her crush it out with her white high heel, but I didn’t care. I hated smoking, but she was so sexy, I’d be her human ashtray if she asked. I couldn’t believe they were going to be our roommates! They would sleep in the room next to us! As they walked toward the door, I quickly ran to my seat in the kitchen, so my erection would be hidden under the tablecloth. Ben had the same idea, and I saw a tent in his pants until he sat at the table too.

I quickly thought of all the disgusting things I could, trying to deflate my rebellious prick. ‘Kisses from grandma, diapers, dirty trash cans…’

The doorbell rang.

‘… roadkill, rotten fruit …’

I got up and stood mostly behind the door, as I opened it with only a half-tent. “Pizza’s ready. Come on in.”

‘…diseases, politicians…’

Ben said, “Drinks are in the fridge, grab what you like, soda, beer, wine. I’d get up, but I hurt my ankle running this morning.” I suppressed a laugh. I knew he got all his exercise naked with me.

With my dick mostly under control, I got a beer from the fridge and had a seat between Ben and the marvelous Melissa.

We ate pizza and shared some small talk; the weather, which classes we would have when they started, which restaurants and stores in the area were better.

I was a Chemistry major, Ben was a future Mechanical Engineer, Melissa was a Marine Biology major, and Penny was in Pre-med.

The shape of Penny’s erect nipples were visible through her t-shirt, and I saw that Ben had noticed them too.

Melissa turned to Penny and said, “Can you come help me in the bathroom? I have a little problem.”

Ben and I waited for the bathroom door to close, and quietly walked near it in our stocking feet.

Very quietly, Melissa said; “… but they’re so hot! I love you, but I really …”

Penny said, “Me too. Let’s do it! Rock paper scissors for the redhead.”

“I want the brunette, so we both win. Help me, so I can behave out there.”

“Me too!”

After a couple minutes of silence, we heard a very quiet “Uh uh ungh!” Soon after, there was a muffled “Ah ah ah eeee!”

We quietly walked back to the table and tried to control our erections again. I whispered to Ben, “Congratulations on winning Miss Nipples.” He smiled from ear to ear.

When they returned to the kitchen Melissa asked me, “So Penny says you two are a gay couple?”

“We’re bi, we like girls too. Especially pretty ones like you.”

She blushed and Ben asked, “So, you two are lesbians?”

Penny said, “We’re bi too. We like guys more, but our last boyfriends were major jerks.”

Ben asked her, “So, do you think my boyfriend is hot?”

She blushed and nodded. “Yeah, almost as hot as you.”

He held her hand and looked in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful. Can I give you a kiss?”

I turned away from the two of them, as I felt a nylon-clad foot rub my ankle. I noticed a faint aroma similar to fresh fish.

Melissa looked at me with her pretty blue eyes. “Come out and have a cigarette with me?”

“Sure!” Anybody else would have gotten a “No way.”

We held hands as we walked out to the mailbox. She kissed me lightly, and I tasted strawberry lip gloss.

I involuntarily said, “You’re gorgeous! So pretty!” She smiled and her cheeks turned pink.

She took two cigarettes and a lighter from her purse. She held them in her mouth and sucked, as the tip of the lighter flame touched them. I fervently wished she would suck my dick.

She passed me one of the cigarettes and I took a small puff. The taste was terrible but I held it in as long as I could. I coughed several times and she giggled.

I watched her take a big drag and felt my pants shrinking. I took another tiny puff and only coughed once when I blew it out.

She smiled. “You don’t have to smoke if you don’t like it. I think it’s cute that you tried.”

“No, it’s ok.” I took another puff and started feeling dizzy, but forced myself not to cough.

She took the cig from my hand, saying, “Really, you don’t have to. I like you a lot already.” She squeezed one of my butt cheeks as I felt myself turning green.

I watched her smoke with both cigarettes in her right hand, alternating between them. I held her left hand in mine. She teased, “You like watching me suck on things, don’t you?”

I felt myself blush and she giggled some more. For several minutes I stared as she smoked. I was almost fully erect as she took a last puff and crushed them out. She glanced at the large tent in my trousers and said, “It’s too bad we haven’t moved our bed in yet, or…”

“There’s already a bed in your room.”

She gave me a quick, smoky peck on the lips and asked; “Then why are we still out here?”

We quickly walked inside and heard bedsprings creaking loudly. Penny called out, “THAT’S IT! YEAH!”

Ben yelled, “YES!”

We quietly giggled and kissed some more. Soon we heard the bed creaking again. I held a finger in front of my mouth. “Shhh.” I kicked my shoes off and tiptoed to the door. I knew Ben never locked it, even after I reminded him half a dozen times.

“YES! FUCK ME, YOU BIG STUD!”

I heard a lot more squeaking and shoved the door open, yelling; “MIND IF WE WATCH?”

They laughed intensely as I saw both were fully dressed, holding a hand to the wall for balance as they jumped on the bed. All four of us laughed until we couldn’t breathe, then laughed some more. I asked Ben, “How did you know I’d do that?”

“Logic. One – I did the same thing to you before, and your girlfriend hated it. Two – You know that I never lock the door. Three – I knew you’d do anything to look clever and funny for your hottie.”

I slowly walked near him and asked, “But what about four?”

He wondered a moment. “What’s four?”

I shouted, “TICKLE FIGHT!!!” I knew the sides of his ribs were very ticklish and attacked them with no mercy.

“AH! Ah! No! HAHAHA! No! Stop! HAHAHAHA!”

The girls joined in, tickling us, and each other. Partly disguised by the tickling, Penny squeezed Ben’s package. When I tripped and fell on the bed on my back, Melissa lifted my shirt and blew a raspberry in my belly button. Everything suddenly went dark and Penny shrieked briefly.

Ben reassured us, “It’s ok, just a power outage. I have a flashlight around here someplace…”

Melissa complained, “That’s my butt.”

Penny complained, “That’s my boob.”

I felt a hand on my crotch but didn’t complain. A wet pair of lips kissed mine. I felt a breast in the way when I moved my hand to check who the lips belonged to. I heard a girl moan and a wet sucking sound.

Still in the dark, Ben asked the question on all of our minds. “I think all three of you are really sexy. If it feels good, does it really matter who does what to who?”

He got a response of three “No”s.

Melissa said, “We’re on birth control. Does anybody have diseases?”

“No”

“Then do we really need condoms?”

There was a long pause, and I joined the group of “No”s.

I peeled my clothes off, in between kissing and fondling various nice body parts belonging to various people.

During our happy foursome in the dark I felt and fondled legs, arms, butts, bellies, and boobs. I sucked Ben until he came once and licked a vagina to orgasm twice. Somebody put a finger in my ass. I fucked and came in a nicely wet orifice. I didn’t think it was a mouth. I heard Ben fall off the little bed, and felt it shake as he climbed back in. One of the girls fell off a moment later.

I had a breast in one hand, a hand on my penis, and a pussy riding my mouth. The lights came back on, and I heard the three of them sadly moan; “Awhh!”

When Penny climbed off my face, it was my turn to say what everybody was thinking. “If all four of us live together and love having sex with each other, does it matter which person we’re supposed to be dating? If it’s just the four of us?”

Everybody smiled and said, “No”.

I kissed Ben a moment as I squeezed Penny’s boob, then French kissed Melissa and started fingering her. I heard Penny climax just before Melissa had another big orgasm and her pussy clamped down on my fingers. A moment later I felt something wet on my back, as I heard Ben groan.

As we cuddled and relaxed, Penny said; “I kind of want a cigarette, but getting dressed to go outside for only five minutes…”

Ben said, “You can smoke in the other bedroom, just open the window. It’s ok, right, Lew?”

I reluctantly said, “Sure. Go ahead.”

Penny took her purse to the other bedroom and the rest of us followed. Melissa lit up and said, “We need an ashtray.” Ben went to the kitchen and returned with an old coffee cup. We watched the two beautiful girls smoking, and quickly got erect again.

Ben said, “I’ve always wanted to make love to a girl while she smoked.”

Penny leaned over the bed. “Please?” He slid into her pussy from behind as she took another puff.

Melissa said, “That looks like a great idea.” She leaned over and kissed Penny, and I stuffed myself into her slit. I reached under and played with her big tits. The girls smoked and kissed, shoulder-to-shoulder on the little bed.

Ben held my hand saying; “This is the best thing ever!”

I highly agreed, “Yeah! So hot!”

Penny declared, “Amazing! So great!”

Melissa agreed, “Ohmygawd! I wanna do this forever! AHH!”

I thought the springs creaking was a little irritating, as I stroked in and out of the gorgeous blonde.

Watching the girls sucking on their cigarettes and seeing Ben fuck Penny was getting me even more excited. Somehow, all four of us reached climax at nearly the same time. Ben and I started squirting into the girls as their bodies spasmed. We collapsed onto their backs, and the Earth moved.

A moment later we realized it wasn’t the Earth. Penny laughed and said, “They fucked us so good it broke the bed! Wow!”

Melissa said, “It’s a good thing the movers will bring our bed tomorrow. It’s a lot bigger too, a king-size, instead of a double.”

Ben said, “There’s no way all four of us can sleep in the other bed. I’ll fold out the sofa.”

I had an idea and got Ben’s toolbox from the closet. I called to him, “Don’t worry about the sofa, I fixed it.” He was amused that I had ‘fixed’ the problem by sliding the steel toolbox under the corner with the broken leg. I said, “Efficiency”. He smiled.

Melissa asked Penny, “So, who do you want to sleep with?”

“All of you! All the time!” We laughed and she added, “Tonight, somebody with a dick.”

Melissa held mine saying; “This one’s busy.”

Penny playfully moped, pretending to be disappointed. She held Ben’s. “Awh! Then I only get this big, smooth, tasty one?” She kissed it, then stood and kissed Ben’s lips.

I dozed off to sleep with my head between Melissa’s big knockers, and a hand between her legs.

I woke up and discovered I was alone in the apartment. There was a note on the kitchen table. “We went to help the movers, so it’ll go quicker. Please have something ready for lunch at noon.”

Since it was already eleven, and I was one of the worst cooks I knew, I walked three blocks to a cheap restaurant. I figured there would probably be two or three movers, plus the four of us, so I picked up eight burritos and a dozen tacos. I got back to our building just as a moving truck, Ben’s rusty eyesore on wheels, and Penny’s nice red car drove into sight.

That night all four of us climbed in the girls’ big bed. Ben said, “I never thought I’d say this, but after the moving, I’m so tired I don’t even want to fuck much.” We agreed and just did some slow, calm 69, until we all got off.

Ben was best at sucking me, but I thought Melissa tasted the best and I loved her big boobs. Penny wasn’t as tall, so Melissa’s long legs were sexier. On the other hand, Penny was lighter and I was able to lift her up and down on me in bed. I also had an odd fascination with Penny’s small ears, with five earrings in each. All three of my sexy roommates were great!

Ben loved ‘wake up’ sex and got some from one of us nearly every morning. Once I told them how much I enjoyed it, I’d share a shower with somebody at least once a day, sometimes twice.

We reached a few ‘agreements’. Because of Ben’s aversion to them, we didn’t call them ‘Rules’. We made a cleaning schedule, and everybody helped out. If anybody asked, Ben was dating Penny, and Melissa was with me. We decided we would call the bedrooms the ‘cool room’ and the ‘hot room’. The ‘hot’ one had the big bed, and anybody wanting sex would sleep there. People would also smoke in there, with the window open. I was willing to put up with the smoke, because I was the happiest I’d ever been.

We used the other bedroom for studying, reading, and sleeping if we weren’t in the mood. Unsurprisingly, nobody slept in the ‘cool room’ the first two weeks. The day Melissa got her period and stayed in the ‘cool’ room, Ben and I took turns stuffing Penny’s pussy a total of six times, before she was too sore to do any more. She had a good reason, when she told Melissa to “Feel better soon”.

Two weeks before the end of the semester, we were figuring out what to do over the long break. Penny asked us, “Can all of you swim? If you want jobs, the pay isn’t great, but my uncle needs lifeguards for his resort.”

I enjoyed nearly anything involving water. “I’d love to do that!”

Ben and Melissa weren’t so sure. He said, “Sitting in a chair just watching a bunch of people sounds kind of boring.”

Penny had withheld the good part. “But we’ll be watching people at the beach, wearing swimsuits. And have you ever been to Samoa? It’s like Hawaii, but even better!”

“Samoa! Awesome!”

Even though the pay wasn’t very good, we got our flights, meals, and hotel for free. Penny and Ben had rooms next to each other on the fifth floor of the hotel, and Melissa and I were across the hall from each other on the third.

Other than pulling half a dozen little kids out of water too deep for them and doing basic first aid when a guy’s toes were hit by a falling coconut, that summer was practically a honeymoon, with pay.

There were three lifeguard stations, and each needed a male and female lifeguard. Ben was with Penny, and I was teamed with Melissa, until Penny’s uncle noticed them kissing. Ben and I had our partners switched, and Melissa and Penny had to swap hotel rooms, so Penny’s uncle could be sure she behaved. Her uncle spent so much time watching Ben, he never noticed that I made out with Penny too and slept with her several times a week. Melissa and Ben spent most nights in his room.

We found a secluded cove with no buildings around, and on one of our days off, I had sex with Penny in the ocean, then Melissa. On our next day off, we did a four-way group grope and mini-orgy in shoulder-deep water. To this day, the only thing I like better is 3 or 4 people in a bubble bath.

I cared for Melissa more than Penny, but she was still great. I did think it was a little odd that Penny called her family every single day and had to visit home every month on the 19th. On the other hand, lots of families are odd, especially mine before my mother passed.

That summer I realized I loved Penny like crazy, and I loved Ben too. I also realized that I had no choice. I was enthralled, a slave to her beauty and great personality. When we finished college, I was going to ask Melissa to marry me and make her the center of my world.

–

College — Third semester

When we returned from Samoa a week before classes started in the fall, we had a very disturbing experience.

We threw a small party at our apartment, to celebrate our final week of summer freedom. In our college neighborhood, a ‘small’ party was anything less than fifty people. The place was very crowded, and I took Melissa outside so that we could talk. We sat on the front steps, and she had a cigarette as I held her hand.

“Melissa, I want to show you how much I love you.” It was a dumb stunt, but I grabbed her cigarette and took a huge puff. I blew most of the smoke in her mouth before I had to turn away and start coughing.

“Wow, Lew! I know how much you hate it. I… I think I love you enough to quit. If you’ll help me?”

Just then a taxi parked in front of the mailbox, and a mostly bald man around age fifty got out. He was wearing a shabby old suit, and looked at a small piece of paper, comparing it to the numbers on our mailbox. He ran toward us and screamed, “Where is she! Where’s my baby?”

I tried to talk to him, but he pushed me against the wall as he ran inside.

“What are you doing to her! Leave my baby alone!”

A very large man in a nice suit climbed out of another taxi a few moments later, and calmly walked toward us. He said, “I’m sorry for any inconvenience. I hope this will compensate you for your trouble?” He handed each of us a hundred dollars! He followed the agitated man inside, and Melissa and I followed him. I heard the music stop, and most of our guests hurriedly left.

I saw Ben was laying on the floor, bleeding from the side of his head! The large man brought him a kitchen towel and helped him with his injury. Ben said, “Some insane old guy shoved me, and I hit my head. I think he’s after Penny! Help her!”

I ran to the ‘Hot’ room, and saw the man flailing his arms around, yelling at Penny! I was afraid he was going to hurt her too, until I heard what he was saying.

“These evil people forced my little baby to smoke and drink! Did they make you take drugs? Did they rape you! Did they rape my helpless baby? Did they kill you? Please, please don’t say they killed you!”

Penny calmed and reassured him. “It’s okay! I’m fine, Dad dy. Everything’s alright! They didn’t do anything bad to me, they’re my friends! I smoke and drink sometimes, but I’m old enough now. I turned twenty-one last month. You gave me a birthday present, remember? It’s okay.”

Her father held her and cried a long time. Penny hugged him back and patted his neck and shoulder, as he blubbered and wailed like a toddler.

I saw Ben sit up, holding the towel to his head. The large man asked, “How much does it hurt? Would you like a ride to a hospital, or an ambulance?”

Ben was stoic. “Nah, I’m fine. It’s not too bad.”

The large man told him, “I hope this compensates you for your trouble. Please stay safe.” He handed Ben a stack of cash, a thousand dollars in fifties!

Once Penny’s father had calmed down, the big man guided him out toward one of the taxis, calmly telling him, “Let’s go home, sir. It’s nearly dinner time. The chef will have one of your favorite meals ready soon.”

When she saw that Ben was going to be fine, Penny told us; “My Dad… Dad dy hasn’t been himself, since… I can’t. I’ll tell you later, but I just can’t right now!” She ran in the ‘cool’ room as she cried and shut and locked the door. She came out for dinner but didn’t want to talk at all. At bedtime, she climbed in bed in the cool room, and the three of us were worried about her. We sat on the edge of the bed, telling her we loved her, and we would help her if we could.

The four of us cuddled in a pile on the tiny bed, nearly falling off the sides, until Penny said; “Let’s go in the other room. I don’t want any sex, but this is way too small for four.” For the first time, there was no sex in the “hot” room that night. We were very concerned for Penny, and fine with that.

When we woke the next day, we were surprised to see three men installing a hot tub on the deck in the back yard. When they finished they asked for me and had me sign that it had been delivered. I also signed for delivery of a dozen bottles of good French wines!

A few minutes later, a lady from a car dealership asked for Ben, and handed him the keys to a new SUV, parked across the street!

Melissa signed for a small package, containing plane tickets, ski passes, and reservations in Switzerland for our upcoming winter break, and five thousand Euro in cash!

We were all happy but confused about what was going on. Penny explained. “Daddy is sorry about yesterday, and this is his apology. He won’t visit again, if I see him on the 19th every month. We’re ok, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

–

About a week later, Penny talked to me when Melissa and Ben were in class. “Ben is great. He loves me, and he’s always so funny and cheerful. But I think you can handle serious things better, and this is serious.”

“How can I help?”

“I… I need to talk about something depressing, and really disturbing. I need to be sure I can trust you with my deepest, darkest secret.”

I nodded somberly. “I’ll keep it just between us. I want to help you.”

“If I tell you my terrible secret, will you tell me yours? I think there’s something wrong about your family too, right?”

I locked the door, and sat beside her.

“Instead of us sharing all our dark, depressing stuff in a sad way, then hanging ourselves tomorrow, how about I try to tell you my secret in a fun way?”

“Okay.”

I pulled my shirt off and kicked off my shoes. “Undress. Trust me, this way of telling you is probably the best.”

Once we were naked I kissed her lightly and said, “You probably know that a lot of people fantasize, and think of other people when they have sex?”

“Yeah. Sometimes when I do it with Melissa, I imagine she’s Ben. Please don’t tell her?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind me telling you, sometimes when she licks you, she imagines you’re an ice cream sundae.” She chuckled.

“And a few times when Ben sucks me, I imagine he’s Melissa. Or you.”

“Awh. That’s sweet, in a sleazy way.”

“And sometimes people like to call their lover other things. I saw a video with a girl calling her boyfriend ‘teacher’, and letting him spank her.”

I could tell she was getting a little excited. She liked the idea. “That’s um… that’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“If nobody gets hurt, and everybody’s willing, there’s no law against it. It’s not really for me, but I think it’s fine. I have a fantasy that’s based on something real, but I’d be super embarrassed if anybody knew about it.”

“I understand. My… my secret is a lot like that.”

I risked everything by telling her. “Will you make love to me, and call me “Sweetie” or “Baby”, and let me call you “Mommy?”

“Oh my gawd! Did your Mom hurt you? What did she do to you?”

“She never hurt me. She loved me, so, so very much. She passed away five years ago and I miss her a lot. So, will you be my Mommy for a little while?”

“If… um… if you’ll be my Daddy later?”

I kissed her lightly, “Whatever makes you happy.”

“So, can I sit in your lap, and let you jerk me off, Mommy?”

“Please, baby. That sounds like fun.”

I sat on her, and watched as she stroked my shaft. It reminded me very much of how my mother had loved me.

“And when I cum and get all dirty, can you take a bath with me, and jerk me off under the warm water, Mommy?”

“Yes, sweetie. I’d love to.” She sped up the motions of her hand. “That’s it, baby. Cum for Mommy. Show Mommy what your spunk looks like.”

“I love you, Mommy! Yes! Uh! Uh! UNGH! UH!”

She held my cock as we stood up and led me to the bathroom by the penis.

–

I started sleeping with Penny more than the others and called her “Mommy”, as she called me “Daddy”.

After a week of enjoying our fantasies, she finally told me about her family’s secret. When she was a young child, her father Reginald, or Reggie, had mild schizophrenia, but it had gotten worse after an incident several years ago.

Back in her childhood, a few times a week, the condition would make him misunderstand things, or hear voices that weren’t there. Her mother helped him, and corrected him when he was confused, so things were usually fine. Penny’s mother passed away in a car accident, her father’s ‘mild’ mental illness started becoming a BIG problem.

He would make simple mistakes, like doing things in the wrong order. A simple task like making breakfast doesn’t seem like a big deal, but imagine somebody putting peanut butter on a piece of bread, THEN sticking it in the toaster. Or imagine putting a frozen dinner in the microwave four HOURS instead of four minutes. Their family was wealthy, so they got a live-in chef to avoid any further kitchen disasters. They also got a chauffeur and a housekeeper. Reggie reluctantly surrendered his driver’s license and sold his collection of antique firearms.

One Sunday they were in church, and Reggie got a little confused when he heard the preacher say; “God wants the world to be a clean place. We’re having a gathering to clean up the neighborhood, so that we can have a clean, godly community.”

Reggie believed he was following God’s commands, when he took a keen interest in the cleanliness of his daughters. He would smell them and inspect them closely every day to be sure they were clean. Later, he got confused again, while hearing a sermon about God wanting families to love each other, and that god wanted parents to teach their children about love. Penny said that when her older sister turned 18, her father started sleeping with her. He never had intercourse with his older daughter Molly, but masturbated next to her and encouraged her to do the same.

Several months later, Molly got ill with some strange symptoms. She felt bloated and vomited nearly every day for a week. She was dizzy and nauseous most of the time, and her breasts swelled suddenly. Their father was very worried and took her to a doctor.

Molly was pregnant, even though she was still a virgin. Apparently, some of Reggie’s semen had gotten inside her during their masturbation sessions. The doctor strongly urged them to abort the fetus, since the baby was developing abnormally and would have severe birth defects.

An abortion was scheduled and on that morning Reggie had another attack of schizophrenia. He didn’t recognize Molly, and thought she was trying to kill his ‘baby’, Penny, who was 16 at the time. He struggled with Molly, but she managed to get away from him. She turned to run down the stairs but lost her footing. She tumbled down the staircase, broke her neck, and died.

Reggie believed he murdered two of his children, which, in a way, he had. The police investigated briefly and called it a tragic accident. It was the 19th of May, and years earlier Penny’s mother had died on the 19th of July. Penny also told me he had dozens of suits in his closet, but would only leave the house in the one he was wearing when Molly died, to remind him.

Every month when the 19th came around, Reggie was distraught and acted out. Without Penny around to comfort him, he became a wild man, lashing out at everything and everybody. If she were there, she could hug and comfort him, and he would be alright. Penny still loved him dearly, even with his mental illness, and everything that happened because of it.

I told her that I understood, and I didn’t think she did anything wrong. I started to like her more than I liked Melissa. The four of us would still have a group grope or mini-orgy two or three times a week, and I still had a night or two alone with Melissa, but Penny really understood me.

When it was just Penny and I, we greatly enjoyed calling each other “Mommy” and “Daddy” as we made love.

Ben and Melissa walked in on us once and asked what was going on. She told them we thought having a baby would be hot, and we were pretending to be parents.

They looked at us like we were visitors from another planet, and quietly walked out.

Thankfully, they didn’t bring it up in conversation again. A week later Penny and I walked in on the two of them giving each other enemas with squirt-guns and talking like 1920’s gangsters. We didn’t ask. Fair is fair, and everybody has their thing.

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College – The Winter Break Contest

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At the start of finals week Penny and Melissa held hands as they walked in the kitchen, where Ben and I were having breakfast. Both looked very anxious but happy.

Penny started with, “First, both of us love each other, and both of you. We don’t want anything to change that. Mel and I had an idea for having even more fun on winter break, but we all need to agree. If anybody doesn’t like the idea, we won’t do it, ok?”

Melissa picked up the conversation with, “Penny’s family is well off, so she doesn’t really need any of the five thousand Euro.” Penny shook her head a little. Both girls had pink cheeks now. I wondered why they were blushing.

“And since five grand can’t be divided by three evenly, we thought the rest of us should each get a thousand for our trip. That should be plenty. We’ll have Penny hold the other two thousand as a prize for a contest.”

Penny turned beet red as she said, “A slut contest. Two thousand, to the one who has sex with the most strangers. Since we have four rooms at the hotel in Zurich…”

Melissa finished with, “From the time we leave the apartment after exams, until we get back here, we all screw as many other people as possible. With condoms of course. So, how about it?”

Ben and I glanced at each other and saw huge smiles. At the same time, we shouted, “YES!”

When we finished breakfast Ben had another idea. “How about we make it two contests? A slut contest, and a butt slut contest? A thousand for who has the most anal with strangers, and a grand for the most oral and fucking?”

Mel asked, “But what exactly counts, do both of you have to cum? Or does just licking a dick once count? Or?”

Penny offered, “How about body parts touching with no clothes in the way? Licking a dick or pussy, or a dick touching your pussy or ass?”

Ben asked, “And what if Penny wins? Like they said, she doesn’t need the money?”

Penny giggled. “If I win, I’ll use the money to pay you three to be my whores? You still get the money, and I get even more fun?” We agreed that was a great idea.

Ben and Melissa said they planned to only visit their families for a few hours and fly to Switzerland in the morning, but Penny and I both wanted to spend more time at home. Penny would stay with her father that night, then meet with me at my Dad and stepmother’s place until Christmas dinner ended. We would catch a red-eye flight and join the other two on Boxing Day, the 26th. Things didn’t go as planned.

The morning of our last exams, I wanted to make sure everybody was clear. “It’s December 18th today, and none of us had sex this morning. When your last exam is over today, screw as many people as possible by the time we get back here on the third of January, other than the four of us. We have fifteen days to fuck as many people as we can. Oral sex, fingering or hand jobs, and regular sex count, but kissing doesn’t. For the butt slut contest, only a cock going in an asshole counts. And it needs to be different people, blowing the same guy five times only counts as one.”

Penny mildly complained, “But that’s no fair. We don’t have cocks to put in somebody for the butt contest, we can only take a guy in us.”

Ben said, “Okay, if the girls can put a dildo or vibrator in somebody’s ass, that counts too.”

Melissa opened the door to leave, and turned to say, “Good luck on your exams, everybody. Then go be horny sluts! But use condoms. Diseases suck even more than I do!” She opened her mouth wide and pretended to stroke a penis. The rest of us giggled as we followed her out.

I assumed Ben and Melissa would run to his SUV when their tests were finished, to have as much screwing time as possible in Switzerland. Penny and I were shocked when we found out how creatively slutty the two of them were.

They had planned ahead and drove to a university a half hour away. Ben spent the rest of the day and night blowing and fucking a good fraction of their wrestling team. Score six anal and five sex for Ben.

Ben had dropped Melissa off on the way. She walked in the front door of a fraternity house and asked the young men to gather in the living room. She dropped her trench coat on the floor and in only a bikini, she said, “You don’t know me, and I’m not going to tell you my name, but how many of you want to fuck me?” Score nine sex and three anal for Melissa.

The next day, they had an orgy with a dozen stragglers who didn’t go home for the holidays. Score five and five more for each of them.

I took my time walking to the bus stop and saw a chauffeur leaning on a limo, waiting to take Penny home. It didn’t surprise me later, when she told me she did it with her father that night. One sex for her, but she’d never tell anybody but me. Score zero for Penny.

I didn’t hurry, and still had to wait twenty minutes for the bus. I was on the way to a crowded, filthy house with a stepmother I pretty much hated, and two bratty stepsiblings.

I knew I wouldn’t get a chance to ‘score’ until Switzerland. Speaking French almost fluently would be my secret weapon. A lot of Swiss natives speak French, and a lot of French people go there on holiday.

When I stepped off the bus at home, there were no cars in the driveway instead of the usual two. The door was locked, and I didn’t have a key. I knocked and got no answer. I found the spare key in the first spot I looked, under a flowerpot. I bet my stepmother thought she was being clever when she put it in the most obvious place possible.

As I turned the key, I heard a car in the driveway. A pretty, young brunette parked and climbed from the car. I smiled, and felt a movement in my shorts, as I saw the shape of her small breasts and curvy hips. I remembered the car was my stepmother’s. The girl smiled, and said, “Lew! I’m glad you’re home!” She ran to me and gave me a hug.

I hadn’t seen her in a year, and mostly recognized her by her voice. She was my stepsister Katie! Instead of annoying, she was friendly, 18, and HOT!

“It’s great to see you too, Katie. I missed you.” Until I saw her butt when she got out of the car, I hadn’t. “Where is everybody?”

“Mom and Dad went sailing around the Bahamas with mom’s boss and his family. They won’t be back for two weeks. I just dropped off our little brother Tom at his girlfriend’s house. Instead of an irritating twerp, he’s a ladies’ man now. He’s had at least four girlfriends since summer vacation. It’s cold out. Let’s go in and get something to eat.”

She put a frozen lasagna in the microwave and lit a cigarette. Seeing her suck on it was the sexiest thing I’d seen since about the same time two days before, when Melissa had given me a blowjob. At the age of twenty-one and a few weeks, I thought two days without sex was a long time.

Katie didn’t cough at all while she smoked, and I watched her suck in and exhale four more large puffs. She saw me staring and smiled. She failed badly at acting, when she said, “Oh no. You caught me smoking, I guess I’ll have to do something for you, so you don’t tell Mom and Dad ?”

I playfully responded, “I have a suitcase full of dirty laundry…”

She kissed my lips and I tasted smoke. “How about a blowjob? My boyfriend says I need a lot more practice.”

I kissed her, then fondled her tits as she unzipped my jeans and squeezed my cock. Her boobs were a little less than a handful each, but nice and firm. She kneeled on the carpet and slid my boxers down, taking another big puff on her cigarette before she licked the head. She wrapped her lips around the rim, and exhaled streams of smoke from her nostrils, then began to suck. She kept kept stopping to take puffs from the cigarette, then doing nose exhales with my cock in her mouth. I had a mental image of getting a blowjob from a dragon.

She looked up at me and I stared into her pretty brown eyes, as her tongue worked on my dick enthusiastically. By then, the only better cocksucker I’d experienced was Ben. She was great at it! No wonder her boyfriend wanted her to do it a lot!

I was less than half a minute from cumming when the microwave beeped. She jumped up and ran to the kitchen. “We can finish after dinner.” I was extremely aroused. Having blueballs is SO FRUSTRATING!

I zipped up and ate at the kitchen table with her. She said, “A few of my friends are coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night. If you buy some beer and wine for us, you can fuck me too?” The tomato sauce in the lasagna was only slightly redder than her cheeks. “And some of them might want to practice blowjobs.”

I told her, “My friend Penny will be here at lunch time tomorrow. She was planning to get to know the family for a few days.”

“Your girlfriend, you’re together, like a couple?”

“Sort of, but not for the next two weeks. We can have fun with other people.”

“I like dick better, but if she’s hot, I kind of like girls too.” She licked her lips.

“She looks a lot like you, except her boobs are twice as big.”

“Mmmmm. I think I’ll like her. The liquor store closes soon. Let’s go.”

She had me buy five cases of beer and four boxes of cheap wine, in addition to two cartons of cigarettes. I was impressed at the amount of cash in her purse. On the way home I asked, “You’re in high school, but you have lots of money. You must have a good job?”

“I’m 18. I babysit two or three times a week.” She turned red again. “And on the way home from babysitting, sometimes I practice blowjobs with the dads.”

When we arrived home I asked, “We got a LOT of alcohol. How many friends are coming over tomorrow?”

“Just a few. Maybe 25 or 30.”

“So just a few? Hahahaha! Sounds like our place!”

She smiled and formally said, “I give my consent, you can fuck me now.” She handed me a condom and started unbuttoning her blouse. I kicked my shoes off, shucked my pants and boxers, and rolled the condom on my quickly hardening pecker.

I was unzipping her jeans by the time she had most of the buttons undone. “Forget the top, just lean over the table!”

I slid her hip-hugger jeans down and pushed her panties to the side. It felt extra naughty and dirty, fucking my little stepsister from behind, in the dining room where our family ate. When I finished and took the condom off, I wiped some of my semen on the precious custom-printed fabric seat of my stepmother’s overly expensive, custom-made dining chair.

I had no idea why, but the chair was the only thing in the house that she cleaned regularly. “Shhh! Don’t tell her.” Katie giggled. Score one sex for me, plus some stealthy payback. I screwed Katie again, then slept nude with her that night.

Later I found out Dad sat in it and my stepmother rode him, when the kids were away. The custom design was to make it easier for them to fuck.

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Penny called and told me she would be there at noon, so Katie and I took our time having some slow, very slippery sex in the shower. It was a pity Katie only counted as one sex. I thought it was extra naughty and dirty, screwing a girl so young, barely legal. She wasn’t full grown yet, so I wouldn’t ask her for anal.

I introduced the two of them, and by the end of lunch, I noticed Katie stare at Penny’s chest a few times. Penny took out a cigarette, and Katie said, “I’m out. Can I share it with you?”

I knew there were two cartons only three steps away, but I wasn’t going to wreck the lesbian seduction scene that was unfolding in front of me.

I hated the smell and the taste, but loved watching girls smoke while I fucked them. It felt kind of like fucking and getting a blowjob at the same time. Seeing the sucking motion did powerful things to my dick.

Penny sucked in a big puff and held the cigarette near Katie as she exhaled. Katie took a deep drag, then leaned over and blew it in Penny’s mouth. I felt my pants get very tight, watching them kiss and smoke two whole cigarettes. By the time the second one was finished, Penny had a hand between Katie’s legs and Katie blatantly squeezed one of Penny’s big tits.

As they stood up and walked to my parent’s bed, I followed. Penny looked at me. “She’s mine for now. If she’ll let you, you can fuck her later.”

Katie surprised her with, “We already did it, twice. Oh, and a couple blowjobs.”

Penny pretended, saying, “He’s such a dirty boy, to do anything with this sweet innocent cutie of a child. So, so naughty!”

I smiled. “When I’m good, I’m good. But when I’m bad, I’m amazing!”

18-year-old Katie squeezed my package through my pants and pretended too. “He’s a boy. He has a dick. Eeew! Boy germs!”

Penny kissed me lightly. “Lesbians only, we don’t want boy cooties.” She slowly shut the door in my face.

Over the next two hours, I heard the bed squeaking most of the time. Two hours of sex and who knew how many orgasms, but it only counted for one.

When they walked out after, instead of being jealous that I was left out, I was glad she had a good time.

The party that night was far more than ‘just a few friends.’ The place was packed, with barely enough room to sit on the floor. There were at least forty high school students, plus Penny, Katie, and I. Many cigarettes were smoked, many drinks were drunk, and a bong was passed around. When the last of the guests left at 4 in the morning Penny and I shared Katie in bed, but she still only counted as one.

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We met Melissa and Ben in the lobby of the hotel in Zurich. We kissed and started to fondle each other’s fun bits in the elevator. I remembered and reminded them. “The contest. Nothing between the four of us until we get home. Right?”

We looked at each other several seconds, deciding. As the elevator dinged and the door opened, they agreed. “Right.”

Ben asked, “So what are everybody’s scores so far? Front and butt?”

Melissa said, “Fourteen and eight.”

Ben cheerfully said, “I only have eleven sex, but I’m leading anal with ten. How many for you two?”

They looked at us expectantly.

“One sex each. No anal.”

Melissa lightly patted our cheeks as she teased, “Awwh! Poor babies. You better have some lunch and hurry the slut up!”

Penny and I were so jet lagged and hung over we didn’t want any more that day, maybe not even the next day. I surprised myself a little the next afternoon, when I helped translate. Penny saw two Frenchmen she thought were attractive. They knew a little English, so it wasn’t too difficult to communicate the point that she wanted them in her bed. No further translation was necessary. I saw her around the slopes and the ski lodge several times over the next five days, always with both of them.

The next morning started our third day in Switzerland. I decided to get some skiing in. I rode the chair lift, and at the top of the mountain, I saw a blonde couple waving their arms around and yelling at each other. They spoke what I thought was Norwegian or maybe Swedish. Months later, I learned it was Latvian.

The man took his skis and stormed off angrily, walking toward the dreaded ‘Black’ expert and pro slope. I saw the lady cry a little, and she started down the ‘yellow’ intermediate slope before I did. I followed at a safe distance and was impressed. She was a good skier, maybe better than me.

At the bottom of the slope, we were paired up for the chair lift. She bashfully glanced at me a few times, and I glanced at her. She looked a few years older than me but had a pretty face. Under the bulky winter jacket, she might be shaped like a potato, a stick, or an hourglass. I had no idea about her body, but I started to like her.

We made two more runs, sharing a lift and smiling each time. On our fourth run she made a mistake, and the tip of one of her skis hit a large rock, sending her tumbling.

By the time I got to her, she was sitting up, holding her ankle. I understood the pain on her face, but not her words. I helped her get up and hobble back to the lodge. We sat near a big fireplace, and I slowly took off her boot and sock. She smiled, as I held her foot gently. I carefully felt her ankle and moved it around a little. It didn’t seem anything was broken, but it was swelling a bit.

I pointed to the first aid kit on the wall and mimed making a phone call. She understood, and thought a moment, then shook her head. I carefully massaged her foot, then took her other boot off, played with her toes, and kneaded both feet at the same time. She moaned with pleasure and smiled. I playfully kissed the tops of her feet.

She said something to an elderly gentleman, and with a very strong accent, he translated to me. “Say she want bath. Help with tub.”

“Thank you, sir!”

I smiled, looking into her eyes, as she smiled back at me. I helped her up to my room and kissed her lips as she sat on the bed. She shyly looked away and blushed for several seconds, then kissed me back. We finally exchanged names as we undressed, hers was “Inga”.

I helped her to the bathroom. She had a few small wrinkles at the corners of her eyes but was still beautiful. I thought she was about five years older than I was, but I didn’t mind. She had a bit of a belly, and very large breasts, even larger than Melissa’s!

I moved to help her into the tub, but she motioned for me to get in first. I took a condom from my pocket, but she pushed it away. I climbed in the water, which was almost too hot.

She sat in my lap, and we had tub sex until both of us came twice, before the water started getting uncomfortably cool. She bounced in my lap, splashing soapy water all over. I’d had many girls who were tighter, but it still felt great, fucking and squirting into her, as I played with her huge tits in the tub.

I had an idea and wanted to make sure of her language skills first. I smiled calmly, as I said, “The wall is on fire.” She calmly said something I didn’t understand and kissed my chin.

Again, I smiled, saying, “A dog is shitting on the bed.” She kept smiling and played with my hair.

The next time we made love, I called her “Mommy”, and told her how much I loved my Mommy, and loved fucking my Mommy. My actual mother never did anything sexual with me, but I had a tremendously exciting time loving and fucking my pretend mother.

Since she had no idea what I was saying, I let my darkest fantasy out. “So good, Mommy! Yes, Mommy! Make a baby Mommy! Make me a sister so I can love her too! Make a sister for me, and help me love her, so she can make a baby with me too! Help me fuck my sister, Mommy!”

I imagined my mother guiding my cock into a younger version of herself, as the two of them kissed. It set off my arousal like nothing ever had before. I replayed the fantasy in my head each time we fucked, until Inga left. Each time, the Mom and sister fantasy drove me to three or even four climaxes inside her, before I softened and needed to rest. Most of the time, I need to stop a little while after two, or sometimes just one.

Something she repeated a lot during sex sounded like, “leel sokolad balkee”, which I later found out means “big chocolate log”. She was fantasizing I was black with a huge dick. That didn’t bother me. My fantasy was much stranger and far more disturbing.

We kissed and cuddled on the bed a long time before we fell asleep. That’s about all the information I ever learned about her, but we happily kissed, made out, and fucked several times a day. To my joy, one of our lovemaking sessions each day was in the tub, with her bouncing in my lap as she slid up and down on my rod.

As we got up from lunch our fourth day together, she kissed me and waved goodbye. I gave her a tight hug and kissed her a final time. I quietly cried, as I saw her walk to the airport shuttle.

I sniffled and rubbed my eyes on my way back to my room. I managed to stop crying in the elevator.

As I stepped into the hall, I bumped into Penny and she looked very sad too. “The French guys left. I didn’t think I would, but I miss them. How is your blonde lady doing?”

I burst into tears and wailed. “Bwahahahaw! I miss her! Awhahaw!” I hugged Penny as I cried and cried.

She kindly hugged me back. “It’ll be ok, Lew. I got you. It’s ok.”

Until Inga started walking away, I had thought it was just a casual fling, but I had feelings for her, even though we had only communicated a few sentences worth of words.

Penny laid on my bed hugging me. I comforted her as she mourned the loss of her French guys. They barely even learned each other’s names, but she had a connection to them too.

After an hour cuddling on the bed I wasn’t really in the mood, but I asked, “Would you like sex tonight?”

“Just hold me. Please?”

“Okay.” I was fine with that. We were sharing our sorrow and starting to truly love each other. In the morning I gently fingered her as she woke, but she didn’t cum. She reached and held my cock lightly, but I said, “It’s ok, Penny. Even without sex, I love you. I honestly and truly love you. I’d never give you up or trade you for anybody.”

“I love you too, Lewis. I love you with my heart and my body, but even more with my mind and my soul.”

We shared a slow, sweet kiss for a long time. I looked deep into her eyes, and asked, “Will you marry me?”

She didn’t pause or hesitate. “Yes!” She kissed me with a little more passion and lots of love.

We skipped breakfast, kissing and cuddling for hours. Around noon, we decided lunch, sex, and a shower would be good. Maybe not in that order. We washed and kissed in the shower, and made slippery, slow, romantic love until both of us came so hard we fell down, laughing.

We held hands on the way downstairs and saw Melissa and Ben at lunch.

Penny told them, “We have big news!”

Ben interrupted, “So how many? I got four more anal, and two more sex.”

Melissa proudly but quietly announced, “I got most of a hockey team! Eleven more for me! How many, Penny?”

It took her a moment to shift gears and understand what Melissa was asking. “Uh… three. And two for Lew.”

Ben tried to cheer us up. “Two or three in a day isn’t that bad. You still have a chance to catch up.”

Penny corrected him, “No, two and three total, for the whole week.”

I was annoyed, and said, “I don’t want to catch up. I’m in love! Penny and I are engaged!”

Melissa asked, “So you two are way behind, but… wait, what? You’re getting married? So, you don’t like us anymore?” There was a tear in the corner of her eye.

Ben looked a little sad.

Penny told them, “We love each other, and we want to get married. But we still like the two of you a lot. I think we still want to sleep with you sometimes?” She looked at me.

“We love each other, but fun with you is great too. I’d like to still sleep with you once in a while. Maybe a couple times a week?” I looked in Penny’s eyes.

Penny agreed, “Twice a week sounds good. We still like the two of you a lot.” She put one arm around Melissa’s back, and one around mine.

The four of us shared a night of slow, loving sex in my bed, and the next day Ben and Melissa returned to the contest.

Penny gave each a thousand as prizes for the contests, and we flew home in the morning.

Instead of going back to our apartment, we decided to visit Penny’s father, Reggie. On the way, she explained that in addition to her father’s mental illness she had explained earlier, he was acting even more oddly. She reassured me he wasn’t dangerous at all, just strange.

Penny had given him a gift that would help him but would offend or upset a lot of people. She got him an inflatable sex doll with a wig glued to it and told him her name was Molly. Her father could hold, love, and have sex with the new Molly to make up for the loss of her sister years ago. She said he was happier than he’d been since she was a small child. He loved his new daughter Molly and wasn’t afraid to tell everybody. He had bought her a very nice dress and put it on her.

We had dinner with Reggie and Molly and watched him hold spoons of food to her mouth, encouraging her to eat. He ate the food himself and said, “That’s such a good girl, eating well for Dad dy.

We went in the parlor to chat, and Reggie held plastic inflatable Molly in his lap. He handled her gently and was clearly in love with her. I thought it was very strange, but it helped him, and wasn’t hurting anybody. When we told him of our engagement, he insisted on making sure I would treat her well. He wanted to watch us make love, to see that I didn’t hurt her. He also insisted on meeting my parents soon.

Penny and I reluctantly let he and Molly watch us when we made romantic, kind, caring love that night. By the time we finished, he had his penis in Molly and was fucking her plastic pouch of a vagina too.

When he finished, Penny said, “See, Lewis is a good man, and he’s great to me! He loves me, just like you love Molly.”

He gently held the plastic blow-up doll, stroking its fake hair. “Daddy loves you so much, Molly!” He gave her a kiss on her sideways-vulva-shaped mouth.

“I’m so glad my other baby girl is marrying a good one. Once I meet your family, I’ll be happy to give you her hand at the wedding. I’ll give you my house too, as a wedding gift, and get an apartment. We don’t need so much space, now that it’s just the two of us. You’ll need room for all your babies.”

He was going to give us his 60-room mansion! Just before we left, he took me aside and handed me two items, a ring box, and a fat envelope of cash. He gave me a hug, saying, “Take care of my baby, son.”

“I will, sir, I sure will.”

I called my parents and filled them in about Reggie, his mental illness and his oddities. I gave them his number and asked them to get in touch with him. Penny reassured them he was just a kind, strange goofball.

When Melissa and Ben returned, they told us in great detail about how Melissa won the slut contest, and Ben was the best butt slut. I held Penny in my lap as we listened and got excited hearing about their dirty escapades. The four of us had a wild night of passion, with all of us driving everybody else to orgasm at least once. I squirted into Ben’s ass twice, as we watched the girls smoke and kiss, and he did mine while I licked Melissa to heaven.

I liked to see female faces a lot more than male ones, but I still liked feeling a hard prick in my butt sometimes. My favorite thing of all was, and still is, having my cock in an anus, male or female, while I watch a young woman sucking on something. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cock, a cigarette, a straw, or a toe. Watching a pretty girl’s cheeks and lips make that sucking motion is super-arousing to me. Feeling an anal ring squeeze one part of my cock tightly is also great, even better than regular sex with a tight vagina.

We replaced the bed in the ‘Cool’ room with a much bigger one, and now had “Ben and Melissa’s room” and “Lewis and Penny’s room”.

Ben and Melissa would have other people stay with them sometimes, usually a young man or two, or occasionally a male-female couple. Penny and I were faithful to each other, except our two nights a week as half of our usual lusty foursome.

We continued our studies and were as happy as we thought we could be, until the terrible day we heard about the sinking. My Dad and stepmom had gotten together with Reggie to get to know each other and help plan the wedding. They told him how much fun they had sailing before.

Instead of just sailing a small boat around Grand Bahama, Reggie rented a yacht. Not being a sailor, he chartered a crew, captain, chef, and so-on. They had a great time cruising around most of the Caribbean. My stepmother liked Reggie, but he was too odd and strange for my Dad ‘s taste. The last we heard, they were on their way to the Caymans, and had never been happier. They told a funny story about how Reggie spanked his sex doll, because it refused to eat broccoli. When I told Penny, she sprayed a mouthful of cola on my shirt.

After a long laugh, she sadly remembered, “My sister Molly hated broccoli.”

Five days later, in the middle of the night, I got a frantic call from my stepsister Katie. “Lew, they’re gone! The Coast Guard says they’re gone!”

“What? Who’s gone? What do you mean?”

“Mom and Dad ! The Coast Guard says they went into a storm on the boat, and now nobody can find or contact them! They’re gone!” She started crying too much for me to understand her.

I let her calm down a little, and said, “I’ll be home in a few hours. I’ll take care of things. It’ll be okay.”

We tried to keep up hope, but we knew they were gone two weeks later, when a fisherman found a floating sex doll with a life preserver on it. Reggie would never give her up if he were alive.

Penny inherited Reggie’s mansion, money, and other things. It would be far more than we’d need for the rest of our lives. My parents didn’t own much but specified me as guardian of Katie and Tom in their will.

We moved to the mansion with Katie and Tom, and the first night was a little exciting. Barely-18 Tom kept staring at Penny’s chest. It was blatant, he didn’t glance or even try to hide it. At bedtime, Tom pretended he was afraid. “This old house is so big and spooky. It feels like there might be ghosts here. It’s scary. Could I sleep with somebody tonight?” He continued to stare at Penny’s boobs.

Penny saw through it, like the rest of us did. She kissed him on the lips and told him, “What you’re really asking is, ‘Will I give you a blowjob?’ and ‘Can you play with my tits?’ Okay. Let’s sleep over here.” He blushed furiously, as she led him to a bedroom down the hall.

My brunette stepsister Katie laid next to me on her belly on the bed. She lit a cigarette and looked in my eyes as she took several puffs. Much too late, she asked, “Is it okay if I smoke in here?”

“Only when my cock is in you. Get those pants off.”

The four of us cuddled and fucked our way through most of the grief, sharing the king bed in the master bedroom. Tom didn’t like guys, and I respected that. I was more than happy to screw Penny from behind as she sucked him, and Katie was a sexy lay too. At least every other day, I had fun with one or both of the girls in the hot tub or outdoor pool. The feeling of water splashing while I’m inside somebody gets me super-hard. I love it.

Penny and I got married and finished college, and Tom moved in with one of the nine girlfriends he found since we lost Dad and my stepmother. Katie stayed with us and became our ‘daughter’. One time she heard us calling each other ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ and started calling us that too. I was beyond happy, sexually and emotionally, since I had two replacement mommies to love and screw. Penny decided that she wanted to have a baby, and actually be a Mommy. She threw out her birth control pills and had even a little more sex than we usually did. She encouraged me to give her a creampie at least twice a day.

I had sex with Penny unprotected for three months, but she didn’t get pregnant. On the fourth month of trying, Katie had morning sickness, and a test showed she was pregnant, instead of Penny. Both went to the doctor, and we discovered Penny was infertile. Since Katie was only 19, and didn’t have a real boyfriend, she agreed the baby would be ours. She didn’t want to see the baby and get attached to it, so I gave her a large check to help her get started with a new life, and Penny and I got our daughter Samantha.

After the first three months of waking up to a crying baby every few hours, we loved Samantha more than we loved ourselves. Every parent thinks their baby or toddler is the cutest in the world, but little brunette Samantha really was. She became the meaning in our lives. We took great care of her, loved her, and spoiled her rotten.

When she started going to school at age five, I launched my company, Limnophile Enterprises, which produces a range of cleaning chemicals which are safe for people and the environment. A few of our products taste awful, but you won’t even get seriously ill if you eat or drink a spoonful of them. With the environmental movement, and cancer risk becoming a major concern, the company is a huge success.

When she was nine, we decided Samantha needed a sibling or two, to learn to get along with people better. We adopted Jacob and Jennifer, redheaded 10-year-old fraternal twins.

When they got a few years older and went to high school, they spent a lot of time away from home with their friends. Penny and I were a little lonely, so we adopted two sisters, 13 and 14-year-old blondes Amy and Anne. We enjoyed having them in our family too.

When each of the kids turned 18, we had a serious talk with them, letting them know we’d teach them about sex and share our bed if they wanted, but we’d still be happy to care for them if they wanted to just be our kids.

Within the year, Penny and I had three extra lovers most nights, Samantha, Jennifer, and Jacob. Since I was her biological father, I was always very careful to use condoms with Samantha, even though she was on birth control. She didn’t know I was her real father. Penny and I had told her she was adopted like the others, to avoid confusing her when she was young.

The three kids went to the same college, and we paid for them to have an apartment instead of living in the dorms. It wasn’t a surprise when they brought home a boy the three of them were in love with too. Foursomes appeared to run in the family.

The next summer we had major trouble with the water and sewer at the mansion, as well as termites. We decided to buy a partially finished home and make some major changes. I lobbied hard and got my way.

Our new home would have an indoor pool, a half-Olympic size outdoor pool, and a ‘river of fun’. The ‘river’ was basically a very long pool with a few waterfalls, some animal statues that sprayed water, and a romantic grotto. Lots of love was made in the grotto, and also a few babies. I let Penny have her way by getting a large deck with barbecue and fire pit. We both loved the idea of an outdoor hot tub large enough for fifteen people. We went on a round-the-world trip until it was ready in August.

We adopted several more kids and loved them in several ways, all legally, of course. After many more years of mostly happy family life, we arrive back at the beginning of the story, the morning of my 35th birthday party.

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The party was a lot of fun. The whole family was there. Melissa and Ben even visited with their pair of boyfriends and two daughters. I got several thoughtful gifts and we had a great time. After supper and a few movies, we put the kids to bed and had a talk by the fire pit.

Jacob and Samantha announced they were engaged and would be married in two months. Penny brought out sparkling wine and we celebrated. They also had a great idea for a new company they wanted to start. They were very bright and showed me a well-thought-out business plan. All fourteen of our other foster children who were 17 or older had collaborated with them, and wanted to work at the new company too.

They asked if we could invest some money to get them started. They were very nervous and reluctant to ask us, but they didn’t know of any other way they could come up with the ten million. Penny and I talked privately for a moment, and she gave them the news. We wouldn’t invest in their company, but we would give them a million each as gifts. They would all be equal partners, with Samantha and Jacob as CEO and President.

They told us the bad news last. Their company would be in the best place for it to succeed, Australia, nearly half the world away. We wouldn’t see them again for four years, until the company was doing well. We hugged and kissed all of them and wished them the best.

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Penny and I still had a foster daughter and son who were 15 and 16, but we were suddenly very lonely. Once the others left we had the two of them in our bed fully clothed, and no sex for three nights. But life continued on.

When they returned for the winter holidays four years later, we had an immense party. When the family fun was over at 9pm, we put all the kids to bed. The adults had cigarettes, cigars, adult beverages, and some very adult and interesting edibles around the campfire. Samantha went to get one of the interesting cookies and saw me standing by them. She said, “The cookies taste good, but they’re really strong. If you haven’t had them before, you should just try a quarter of one, and see how you do.”

I told the sparkly purple mermaid riding a sea dragon, “I had three.”

“OH MY GAWD! Let’s get you to a chair, Daddy! Over here!” I missed the first half of the orgy, but I was quite happy talking to a wizard and some elves nobody else could see.

They started with kissing and fondling on the deck, then moved to the hot tub and river of fun for a foster family orgy. Maybe an hour later, the elves carried me inside just in time to see the lusty mob gather in our double-king size bed. Even that wasn’t large enough to hold the mass of mating bodies. Five or six people moved their group grope to the indoor pool.

My daughter Samantha led me out to the grotto in the river of fun. She was my actual genetic daughter, but thought she was adopted. I was a little drunk and stoned out of my mind, or I never would have agreed when she asked me to get her pregnant because her husband was infertile. At the time I was highly intoxicated and quite confused. I was pretty sure I was screwing a mermaid, or maybe a dolphin.

We fucked and splashed in the water, loving and cumming, for who knows how long. To the best of my recollection, I climaxed into her at least three times. I never told anyone, but it was the naughtiest, kinkiest, and best sex of my life. Or maybe most of it was the drugs. But it was great.

Each time they visit, I’m glad to see my granddaughter Amanda. I’ll never tell her she’s my genetic daughter too, and nobody but her mother and I know. I do my best to treat all my grandchildren equally, but Amanda usually gets a little something extra from ‘Gramps.’

Just before the family left for the airport, Samantha explained the cookies weren’t the common cannabis ones. They also had a tiny amount of another interesting ingredient called LSD. The hard candies I’d eaten three of had a different but still interesting flavoring called ecstasy. I shouldn’t drive for a few days or take a drug test for a few months.

As my daughter walked to the taxi, the sea dragon told me to ignore her, everything would be fine. I asked the elves and they agreed.

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