E-Mails From The Rim Continues

From: "Doug.xxxx"
To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy"
Sent: Saturday, August 17, 2002 7:40pm
Subject: Saturday….Saturday….

Your answer to my last e-mail knocked me out! You are a continual surprise to me. I figured you wouldn't be exactly appalled by the nature of all of these goings-on (I mean, after all, you and I have shared some stories—and I did tell you about the Gary encounter without you disinheriting me) but your comment about Erika had me in convulsions. "Sounds like she got her problem licked!" MOM!!!

But I didn't get a chance to really finish my last e-mail to you. Everyone started to get up and move around the apartment so I had to cut it short. But you can imagine what everyone looked like in broad daylight after a night of debauchery!

Friday night (actually early Saturday), after Dirk /Gary and Lydia/Erika made their respective exits, Lania fell asleep sitting with me on the couch. She literally cried herself to sleep with her head on my chest. I sat there not wanting to disturb her but finally, when I was pretty sure she was deep asleep, I slid away from her and allowed her to sink down onto her side on the couch. I slipped off her shoes and covered her up with one of those fuzzy blankets you sent me. I piled myself into the recliner chair with the other blanket and drifted off to sleep too.

I am an early riser and, on top of that, I hadn't had anything to drink the night before so I woke up at about 7:00am with my wits about me. I figured the rest of the folks would be down for the count, given the cognac, revelry, and emotions of the night before. That gave me a chance to bat out that long e-mail to you.

It is a good thing I had a chance to do that because it helped organize my thoughts about what had happened and about how all those relationships had changed in my mind in a seeming instant.

I mean, if I had really given it some thought, I suppose I could have figured out the Dirk/Gary thing. Old Dirk had really taken more personal interest in Gary's case than one would expect of even a "do-gooder" social worker. But the Lydia/Erika affair was more than I could have guessed, even though I suppose I should have been tuned into Erika's situation better than I was. It seems that we are blindest to the foibles of the people nearest to us. But…hmmmm….It sounds like you might have had some inkling about Erika, "…got her problem licked…" indeed! We are going to have to talk about that one.

Lydia was the first one up. She looked great! I mean she was up and about and all put together: make-up, hair neat, clothes without a wrinkle, and a ten megawatt smile! Lesbian or not, she made my loins ache. She swept into the kitchen announcing, "Coffee! Coming up!"

I sent you that e-mail, signed off my computer, and headed over to help her out when I saw Erika coming down the hallway. She definitely looked less elegant than Lydia. Erika had put on one of my white terry cloth robes, was barefoot, and had that fly-away hair look. She didn't seem as much hung over as she did tired. But it didn't seem to be the heavily fatigued brand of tiredness as much as that relaxed "what a wonderful experience" variety of tired. If she were a cat, she would have been purring.

"Yummmmm, " Erika said with a languorous stretch, "Coffee sounds good."

Dirk appeared looking like the leftovers of yesterday's birthday cake. You know what I mean: that not fresh any more, crumbling, dried out look. Yep, Dirk was in his slacks and shirt but looked wrinkled and tired: used, abused and subdued kind of tired—and hung over. He needed some coffee—and likely a shot of that cognac, too!

"YEAH, Baby!" That was Gary's voice as he negotiated his way down the hallway with a sequence of moves that would have stopped the show on any dance floor in town. "Yeah, Yeah, Baby!" Gary was stark naked, buff to the max, with his flaccid phallus swaying in front of him in time with his dance steps. He came up behind Dirk and shimmied his body against Dirk's fanny. "Oooh, Yeah ! Baby, baby!!" and he then gave Dirk a kiss on the back of the neck ending it with a lick.

Dirk turned a little red, cast his eyes to heaven, and exhaled in mock drama. From my point of view, I could see Dirk reach around behind himself, find Gary's cock and give it a little squeeze. (Ain't love grand?)

Gary's antics must have awakened Lania. I heard this "Uhhhggghhhh" coming from the vicinity of the couch. I looked over and saw Lania glaring at Dirk and Gary. "You, mister, aren't a bit funny!" she shot in their direction. She could have been aiming that at either one of them but then she said, "I want you and your stuff out of MY apartment today, Mr. Dirk Jerk.!! TODAY, do you understand?"

"O.K., O.K." was Dirk's response, "No Problem!" He was getting back a little of his aplomb.

Lania began to fume, "And put the sheets in the washer and scrub the toilets before you leave." Her voice was rata-tat. "I don't want anything that was next to your dick being next to me until it has been disinfected first!"

"No Problemo, I said!" Dirk was getting his form back, indeed. "And I'll leave a new bottle of Listerine for you to take care of that very thing, Ms. Fellatia!"

"C'mon, Honey!" Dirk said to Gary, "Get your clothes on and let's go. You give better blowjobs anyway….AND your asshole isn't off limits!" That was a last dart back at Lania. (Was I wrong or was Dirk starting to sound molto bitchy already?)

I could sense that this was going to escalate so I interposed myself in the line of fire. I took Gary's well-muscled arm in one hand Dirk's in the other and guided them toward the hallway and the spare bedroom. "Hey, guys!" I said under my breath, "Let's be cool. Let's just ease on out of this thing without turning it into World War Three!" Then I added, in my best soap opera stage whisper, "Besides, you have each other now."

I almost collapsed in laughter as Gary and Dirk went into the bedroom. When I got back to the living room, I saw that no one else seemed to think it was funny. I forgot who my audience was: a betrayed lover, a lesbian lover, and a lesbian attorney who was at the forefront of the Gay Awareness movement.

Lydia took the lead now. "Erika? Get your clothes on. We're going to take Lania back to your place. She can stay there until the Dirkster clears our of her place." One could see why it was that Lydia got things done: Command Presence. "Lania? Here's your shoes. Let's go down to the car and wait for Erika. You won't have to cross paths with Dirk again today, anyway."

As Lydia and Lania headed out the door, I stopped Lania and gave her a hug and a purposefully chaste kiss on the cheek. I didn't want to ruin my chances by trying to get too familiar too quick. "EGBOK, kiddo!" I tried to keep it light, "Everything Gonna Be OK!"

Just then Erika came down the hallway in her half-zipped party dress trying to stuff her rolled-up panty hose into her purse with one hand while at the same time trying to put her shoes on her bare feet with her other hand. That required more eye-hand coordination than I would have been able to muster but Erika seemed to manage, in a hop-skip-and-jump fashion.

Off the girls went down the steps having uncorked a fountain of chatter about…well you can guess. I faintly heard someone say, "Dirk, that son of a bitch, "as they closed the door behind them.

I went into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee and stood there drinking it trying to construct an island of calm in the midst of a sea of confusion.

I finished that cup and went to pour another when Gary and Dirk trooped out in the reverse fashion of the way they trooped in. This time Gary carried the suitcases and Dirk carried the two-suiter and athletic bag. They didn't say anything, not even thanks, suck my dick, or anything. The door slammed behind them as they left. I half expected one of them would come back and say goodbye but that didn't happen. But I have a feeling I am going to run into them again sometime.

So that's what happened this morning! Whew! I am a little worn out.

Hey! I just noticed that Lania left her purse behind on the couch. I guess she was in more of a hurry than I thought to clear out and not confront Dirk again. I will have to give Erika a call and arrange to drop the purse off at her place.

But first I am going to take a nap. I think I deserve one, don't you?

From: "Doug.xxxx"
To: "Bobbie,yyyyyy"
Sent: Sunday, August 18, 2002 5:58am
Subject: Saturday….Saturday…and more Saturday

I had to write all of this down for you while it was all clear in my head—and I think you will see, as you read on, why it was that my head was spinning in the first place.

Like I said earlier, I had to get Lania's purse to her so I called Erika to see if she, Lania, and Lydia were there. The phone rang and rang and rang. No answering machine turned on and no one picked up the phone. I tried a couple of times and still no answer. That had me curious and a little worried. Dirk or Gary might have heard the girls make their plans to go to Erika's. Who knows what Dirk, or Gary or, for that matter, both of them together might be capable of doing. Spite is a powerful motivator.

I decided to drive over to Erika's as her place was only a couple of miles away. I was there in less than ten minutes.

A lot of the apartment buildings in this town were designed and built by the same architect and contractor and Erika lived in a building almost exactly like mine. Like me, she had a corner apartment but, because it was on the left side of the building instead of the right side, as mine was, her floor plan was a mirror image of mine. I always joked with her that I'd get a case of "uv ajed" every time I walked into her apartment—the mirror image of "déjà vu".

I walked up the steps and tried the door of her apartment. It was unlocked so I just walked in. I got two steps inside and froze in my tracks. Holy Shit!

There sitting on the couch with her head leaned back, her knees drawn up, and legs apart was Lania—stark naked! And there with her back to me, crouched on all fours, legs spread, her head between Lania's thighs, clearly indulging in an enthusiastic bout of cunnilingus on Lania was Lydia! And that's not all! Laying on her back behind Lydia with legs spread apart, and with her face under Lydia's pussy was Erika performing vigorous cunnilingus on Lydia. But Erika got bonus points—no pun intended—by simultaneously working a very lifelike dildo in and out of her own vagina whilst servicing Lydia with her mouth.

This all seemed very familiar, harkening back to the Dirk/Gary coupling witnessed only a few hours before. Déjà vu, indeed!

"What IS this?" I asked, softly under my breath, so as not to disturb the pleasurings taking place before my eyes. I was transfixed in the same way as the night before, except that my cock recognized the difference and began to rise to the occasion.

Lania's head rested on the back of the couch with her luxurious black hair fanned out on either side of her radiant face. Lania sensed that I was there—Lydia and Erika were too engrossed in their activities to be aware of anything else. Lania turned her head toward me and, with eyes half shut, smiled a slow sensuous smile. She was the image of a woman in the midst of serial orgasms. But she summoned the strength to lift her hand off the back of Lydia's head and motioned to me to sit down on the couch next to her.

As I moved toward the couch, I couldn't help but notice what an astounding body my sister had. I hadn't seen her naked since I was thriteen and she was a scrawny third grader. That was only because you were at work during the day and you had given me the task of giving Erika a sponge bath to keep her cool when she had the chicken pox. Erika had matured nicely. She was blonde from top to bottom with a taut, petite body and breasts that were just a little larger than what might be considered proportionate. (But who was complaining?) She was working that dildo in and out of her well moistened pussy with writhing hips and thrusting hands, I could hear Erika's gentle moans of pleasure as she plied her tongue to Lydia's glistening vagina.

I also couldn't help but notice Lydia on her hands and knees working on Lania's pussy. Lydia was better rounded than Lania; the toned muscles of the backs of Lydia's legs and her smooth nicely rounded fanny would be the envy of any classic Grecian sculptor. I could see Lydia's ample breasts swaying underneath her as she moved her body back and forth to add energy to her tongue's ministrations to Lania's clitoris. Lydia made those wonderful "yummy" sounds as she gave and received her share of oral sex.

I could tell that Lania was being transported to another dimension by Lydia's tongue. Lania's skin was flushed and her nipples were taut and erect. Her tummy moved in and out as the shudders of orgasm rolled through her body. She looked at me and silently mouthed the words, "I want your cock!" What could I do but comply?

I stepped out of my shoes, stripped my jeans and boxers off in one movement, and kicked them away as I pulled my polo shirt off over my head. It took about five seconds for me to be kneeling on the couch next to Lania with my erect cock pointed at her.

Lania's hand rose and grasped my swollen phallus and gently pulled it toward her parting lips. Her lips were pink and full as they surrounded the head of penis and I felt the suction as she drew my cock deeper into her mouth. Her hand moved down and cupped my scrotum and gently massaged my testicles as she moved her head back and forth gradually swallowing more and more of my penis. I could feel as well as hear her moans of pleasure that she was deriving from Lydia's superb work; her tongue and palate vibrated sending surges of pleasure up my rod into my groin. I struggled to keep form shooting my load right away.

I looked down and tired to concentrate on what Lydia was doing. Her hands were spreading Lania's inner thighs. I could see Lydia's tongue part Lania's smooth, glossy, jet black pubic hair made even shinier from the combined moisture of Lydia's mouth and Lania's juices. Lydia's lips and tongue were kissing and massaging Lania's clitoris in a rhythm duplicated by Lania's spasm's of pleasure. Seeing all of this make my cock harder and harder.

I held out for five minutes or so but I couldn't last any longer than that. I came in a series of strong spurts into Lania's tender mouth. She didn't seem at all dismayed by this. She held my throbbing cock in her mouth and swallowed every surge of cum I gave her. I had a millennium class blow job a few days before but Lania's technique had to be classed as epic—there was simply no comparison.

When I withdrew my softening penis from Lania's lips, she bobbed her head as if to say, "Don't take it out yet!" But I had to do it. I was absolutely limp from my orgasm. I needed to gather my strength.

I leaned back on the couch and marveled at the girls'endurance. It had been a full twenty minutes, maybe more, since I had walked through the door and all three had hardly missed a beat. Lord knows how many orgasms they shared collectively during that time. No wonder they all seemed to be in a euphoric trance. Simply indredible!

I got up from the couch with the intention of heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I needed fluid after that massive ejaculation that Lania had caused. But I only got halfway across the living room when I looked back at the girls, specifically at my gorgeous sister. Lesbian lover or not, she was a hottie.

The thought crossed my mind…..No! I couldn't do that! But then again, I might never have another chance! But that is, well, incest! Oh Man! I'm not going to do anything to get her pregnant! I might as well go for it.

I walked back over and stood in front of Erika and then gathered all the courage I could muster and knelt down between her legs. I leaned forward and covered her busy hands with mine and began to duplicate the in and out movement of her hands on the dildo. She relaxed her grip on the dildo and moved her hands away—one to her tummy and the other to massage her breast--all this without stopping her tongue's treatment of Lydia's pussy.

I worked the dildo in and out of Erika's blonde pussy for a little while but my passion got the better of me. I gently extracted the rubber phallus from Erika, put it aside, and then lay forward with my mouth on Erika's vagina. Her scent was captivating, like raspberry honey, and as my tongue tickled the lips of her pussy, I could taste the tangy, mouthwatering flavor of her juices. I began to lick and prod her lips with my tongue, up and down and side to side, again and again. I found that sweet nub of her clitoris and teased it over and over again with the tip of my tongue. Finally, I clasped my lips over the mound of her clitoris and began to gently suck while continuing to tease her clit with my tongue.

The effect was startling. Erika began to buck with her hips, gently so as not to lose contact with my mouth, and then I could feel the moisture of her pussy increase becoming wetter and slicker with each passing second. I felt her tummy tense and relax and felt the inside of her thighs quiver almost like she was receiving an electric shock. Then it happened: her wetness began to flow. It was thick and sweet and clear. It crossed my lips and ran down my chin. I pulled back a little so I could capture as much of it as I could with my tongue. It was sublimely sweet and tangy, the taste was like the scent only more delicious—raspberry honey!

While Erika was going through her climax, I noticed that my cock was hard and swollen again. I grabbed it with my right hand and jacked off as fast as I could while I listened to Erika's cry of pleasure muffled by Lydia's pussy. I spurted semen all over the carpet as I had my second orgasm. Not as sweet as the one that Lania gave me but somehow more exciting since involved my delectable sister.

I leaned back on my knees and looked at the scene: Erika's flowing pussy, Lydia's delicious ass, and Lania's rapture. This was a scene that I would have to imprint in my memory cells forever. If I never experience anything like this again, I can sure use it for thousands of jack-off sessions!

Erika seemed spent. She slid out from underneath Lydia and sat up facing me. The look on her face was one of sublime pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, a long slow kiss, so tender. She hugged me, her breasts pressing against my chest, put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Oh, Brother! Thank you! No man has every been able to make me feel that way before—ever. The only person who has been able to do that to me has been Lydia. You, my big brother, are a very, very special man!"

Erika got to her feet and glided out of the room, almost like she was walking on air. She headed for the bedroom and shut the door.

Now I was left with Lydia and Lania. I could see that Lydia wasn't slowing down at all on Lania. But with Erika gone, Lydia's pussy was going to be lonely. What could I do to help out Lydia? I figured that Erika had giver Lydia's pussy and clit a lot of attention; now it was time to take another step forward—or backward, depending on how you look at it.

I leaned forward and put my hands on Lydia's fanny and began to softly kiss her cheeks, my lips pecking up one side and down the other. I paused at the small of her back and licked that spot just above the crack in her fanny. I could feel the shiver run up and down her spine. I gently spread her cheeks until I could see the little button of her asshole. I moved my tongue into the crack and began to massage her asshole with the tip of my tongue. I didn't penetrate, nor did I want to. I just wanted to tease and tickle. Lydia responded with more shivers.