Adult Situations Ch. 05-06

She'd grabbed hold of the nearest male and had a frantic mating session in the living room that lasted almost a half-hour. She was very good at stretching out a lovemaking session -- keeping a male, such as Ross or me, from cumming too soon. She loved the sensations of a hard cock sliding back and forth stimulating the walls of her vagina, and then all the smaller shock waves of pleasure as she built up to a big one. She was also skilled at synching her orgasms to her mating male. I'm sure of this because she loudly told everyone in the house those facts as she fucked my father.

Ross was her first victim, although he sure didn't complain at all. He'd been home about an hour and gotten into his swim suit and a t-shirt. Those clothes disappeared fast at her hands, she sucked him hard in a few milliseconds, and then mounted him. They rotated through several positions, Crystal expounded with dirty talk the whole time, orgasms were had, and then they both finished up.

Much of her dirty talk revolved around what she imagined we were doing in her absence, and what she was left doing 'solo' in one 'lonesome hotel' after another as she traversed the country and back in a zig-zag fashion.

Ever the pervert and voyeur that I am, I watched much of their mating, enjoying my own arousal and the assurance by Crystal that 'I was next'. I anticipated that she wouldn't want a large gap of time between Ross and me, for instance for dinner. I was right. She was desperate for cock, fucking, and romance. I made sure to give her all three.

Trish came home and stripped out of her scrubs. She stood with me at the doorway to the living room and watched Ross and Crystal fuck merrily away as she urged him to 'take her' with lurid and descriptive words that were truly pornographic.

Naked Trish toyed with my already hard cock and made sure it was hard and ready for her sister. I got my jollies playing with her breasts and pussy, and also making out with the doll that she was. She told me that Dar was expected any moment since her boyfriend Greg was still away on business.

Ross finally extracted from Crystal with a satisfied look on his face. He grinned at me and said, "She's a tiger tonight."

Crystal crooked a finger at me and gestured me to the sofa. I willingly went, as Ross took my place in welcoming Trish home. I loved all the nude hugging and touching of intimate body parts. This was a trend that had to stay in place.

Crystal lay back, spread her legs, and said, "Eat me." I'd all but gotten rid of any aversion to eating out a cummy pussy, so it was with great pleasure that I immediately went to work to keep up my status as a championship rug muncher. Crystal went right into orbit, and held my head to her twat. "Oh, fuck, you do that better than anybody I've ever known."

I sucked up a bunch of cum and then snowballed with her. She liked that and asked for more. I brought two more loads up for us to play with before I wasn't finding enough to make it worthwhile.

At that point, Crystal had me sink my granite shaft into her body. This was fun. She was very responsive, and started to gyrate her body into mine from beneath me. I could stand perfectly still, and she would slide her pussy up and down my shaft.

She muttered various instructions and hopes for our union. "I like it rough some of the time," "Pound me harder," "Make this last all night," were a few of the ones that I clearly heard. I got "Kiss me" pretty clearly, too; and that resulted in our repositioning so we could fuck as we made out. The love and lust between us were so thick you could cut them with a knife.

I was mildly surprised when Trish and Darlene got into a sixty-nine beside us on the cushy Oriental rug. Dar kissed the two of us, but then went to work on Trish's wet pussy. Ross sat in a chair stroking his freshly used cock and watched the live pornography with a happy face.

After I blasted my load into Crystal's spasming pussy, Dar and Trish both ate my load from Crystal's quim. They were all over her with kisses and a great deal of fondling and tweaking. This was not their first rodeo, for certain. The pleasure was shared.

Ross and I wrapped towels around our waists and led the contingent of women to the kitchen. I'd prepared chicken stir fry and a large salad as an 'anytime' meal we could have. The stir fry was still in the electric wok keeping warm. I'd figured that Crystal would divert our attention and that dinner would be delayed. Warming it up was quick.

The five of us ate in the kitchen and also had some wine that I'd laid in. Crystal announced that the evening had only just begun and that she still had many unmet sexual needs after her trip. She also wanted to 'catch-up' with the rest of the group, and we took that to mean in terms of orgasms.

"I knew you four were here at home fucking up a storm. I was masturbating every night, and I mean like five or six times. I had my battery boyfriend with me on this trip."

I teased, "You didn't nail one of your pilots, or find another handsome passenger to sate you desire."

Crystal gave me an evil grin, "Don't think the thought didn't cross my mind. Sex creates complications, and I've got enough complexities right here at my new home. I judge that Darlene fit in well with everyone?" She gestured around the dinner table.

Darlene blushed but nodded. She also shimmied her breasts and got everyone's attention.

Ross said, "Perfectly. Trish, too. We've all bonded, including with you. I must commend your text messages and photographs. They're getting good comments on the Internet, but many guys are sending in dick pics in response."

Crystal jerked erect, "HOLY SHIT! You put MY PICTURES on the INTERNET?" She was almost shrieking and there were long angry pauses between each word, as though she were holding back much of her angst.

Ross started to laugh, "No, no, but that did get your attention."

Crystal got up from the table and went around and beat on Ross's shoulders and back with both hands as she excoriated his sick sense of humor. It was playful, but aggressive. "Don't you EVER think of putting my pictures in a public place. They are for your enjoyment, for Dave and Trish and Darlene's, and NOBODY ELSE. Comprendere?" She gave him the stink eye like a Mafia don.

Ross was ducking down going, "Si. Si. Never. Never."

The rest of the evening, I had Crystal to myself, a situation that made me very happy. Despite having already been with her, I managed to please her through three more sessions of lovemaking before we went to sleep in each other's arms. I even amazed myself, but she was truly inspirational.

Ross, Trish, and Darlene had themselves a hot threesome right in front of us, and I confess to drawing some arousal from watching them, and Crystal was feeling the same way. We spent almost the whole evening coupled together and moving sensuously together, even in the pool. When I didn't have my cock inside her, I had my tongue doing things to her pussy that pleased her. I doubted that my last ejaculation contained any fluid; it was purely the pleasure sensations and sense of completeness.

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Saturday morning the five of us had a slow start to the day. Each of us stumbled into the kitchen and found the coffee urn that Ross had started. Gradually, as we woke up, a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage got assembled and served. We ate in relative silence.

After breakfast, I loaded up the dishwasher and did the rest of KP. I got a third cup of coffee and thought I'd sit in the sun on the pool patio. I was still a little spaced out after last night's intense lovemaking session with Crystal. For the first time, I understood what a 'sex fog' was. I was sure I was also deep in recovery mode before anything sexual could happen with my wilted flower.

I sat down and then a shadow fell over me. It was Crystal. "Can we have a serious talk?"

I sat up, more alert. "Absolutely. Are you all right? We got a little rough in places last night. Did I cross-over some line?"

Crystal used her right hand to rub her small, bikini-sized, tuft of pubic hair. "You did NOT cross any lines. I'd never fucked that much in one night in my life, so, if anything, this morning, I'm a little sore but in a good way. You are not to feel guilty about that. I loved every second we were together... and that's kind of what I wanted to talk about."

I had a slight sense of panic that the ideal situation we'd just created a week ago was about to evaporate before my eyes as Crystal and Trish moved back to their small house. I tried to hide my emotions and be a strong male, able to take any piece of news without a negative reaction.

Crystal sat next to me and took my hand in hers. She looked deep into my eyes and I actually felt the love she was sending me. Some of my anxiety eased.

She asked, "Do you think that we're sluts? I mean Trish, Darlene, and me?"

"Huh?" The question was not at all what I expected. "Are you serious? Of course not. I love all of you... you especially."

"But you know... Trish told me she told you about the two of us having sex together, having sex with Darlene, and having sex with her boyfriend Greg. A couple of times there were other guys there, too. We'd have an orgy of sorts. I don't want you to be angry about finding out, that's why I'm telling you explicitly about our past. I like sex -- a lot of it, in case you can't tell."

I shrugged. "I'm jealous only that I wasn't there so I could have made love to you. Trish made it sound like it was mostly about sex and not about love."

Crystal nodded, "That's the way I think about it. Those evenings were erotic and sexual fun. Yes, we were affectionate and we hugged and kissed a lot, there was a lot of oral sex stuff, and we fucked a lot, too. That was the main event."

"I'm glad you found a way to have some fun." Even as I said the remark, I remembered learning about 'compersion' a few days earlier. I guess I had the right attitude in that way. I also knew that I meant what I'd just said.

"So, my having sex with somebody besides Ross and you, doesn't upset you?" I noted her verb tense. Maybe she still had something going on.

I shook my head and decided to confess my feelings. "Crystal, I love you. I'm in love with you. I feel about the same about Trish. I don't own you; I don't control you, and I'm finding that you have an intriguing lifestyle that I think I'd like. I think Ross is feeling the same way, even though you might expect he'd be more set in his ways.

"I grew up in a pretty conservative household, and I was pretty nerdy. I was not in the popular clique of kids in school, and my sexual and romantic experiences were limited. I became a porn addict and learned a lot, but until two weeks ago, I'd never had the opportunity to apply much of it. I worry that I'm a disappointment in that regard.

"I know that I can't capture you and lock you up in a cage. That'd be like locking up a beautiful butterfly only to find that it'd atrophy and die. I want you to thrive and be all you want to be. If that includes you engaging in sex and even love with others, I just hope that I get to be in your sphere of interest. I want to be one of your lifetime lovers, and hopefully your main man."

"And what if I want to get together with Greg again next week when he gets home from his trip? You'd maybe have Darlene."

"I hope he'll make you happy. Darlene and I did have fun together. I worried that you'd be angry with me. I worried that this was what you wanted to talk about before you moved back out of the house." I confessed my fears.

"NO!" she insisted almost in shock as she sat up straight in surprise at my concern. "I have all these emotions about you and Ross -- I love you. I love what we're setting up in the house. I just want our play group to be a little larger some of the time. I think we'll all benefit and have more fun.

"What you did with Trish and Darlene wasn't at all my concern. I expected it. I was glad you got to meet Dar and make love with her. I think she's a gem of a girl, and I'm glad you like her, too. I'm sure you'll like Greg. He's a great guy."

I wiped a finger across my forehead, "Whew! So, what was concerning you then?"

Crystal studied me, "That you'd be pissed at me -- at us, because we like group sex, or that we swap with you and Ross, or even that we like sex so much."

I shook my head and even chuckled. I muttered, "Impossible."

"Dave, Trish and I are nymphomaniacs. Darlene is, too. The clinical term is that we are hypersexual. We have an intense preoccupation with all things sexual. We have fantasies, dreams, and day dreams about sex. Not too long ago I could barely control my urges; I often chose not to. Somehow, I did manage to keep my nose clean in my job, but boy at home I was a sexual tiger. I was kind of that way in high school and college, too.

"If I met a guy I even likely mildly, I'd find a way to fuck him. For a while I was a sure thing, anytime, anywhere, and any way. I was the school slut. Then I discovered I also like women. I really was a slut -- still am. I was always a sure thing if a guy took me out, and I went out a lot. I'd fuck in public or private, with one guy or five, and when I wasn't on a date, I was thinking about how to find people that I could fuck."

"But you're implying that's past?"

"Kind of. I've got it under control, or rather some of the urges are lessening as I get into my twenties. But meeting you and Ross has me all fired up again. I did think about being with some of the men I met this past week, even my pilot, but I knew better. I did jill off multiple times each night, and once even during the day in a plane's toilet. I thought about you all the time -- in a sexual way. I'm sure I was spreading pheromones around the country on my trips."

I put Crystal's right hand in mine, and shook her hand in a sign of agreement. She looked puzzled. I said, "It's nice to meet another hypersexual person." I chuckled.

I waited a second as I studied her slight confused look. I finally spoke, "Since almost the second we met, I have wanted you, certainly sexually and also in many other ways that are less lusty. I know most guys are pervy about a woman like you, so I've purposely tried not to be. It's been a losing battle, especially this past weekend and last night.

"If you think back to our interactions, I was with you all the way. Everything you wanted to try, I loved. For instance, when we started to play with cum and started snowballing, I was in on that without reservation. It was really unorthodox and I liked it for that reason alone, but especially because you seemed to get off on it. Trish liked it, too.

"I love all things sexual. I knew I was horny, but hypersexual will do, too. You asked if I was feeling that you and Trish, and maybe Darlene, are sluts. I was worried you were thinking I was the male equivalent -- or that my father was. I worried that we were too innocent and naïve for you. He's coming out of his shell after many years, thanks to you two. I've been out of my shell but afraid to do anything with the women I meet until you. You inspired me, but, and I emphasize, I really love you."

"And the group sex?" Crystal asked cautiously.

"I like that, especially being an exhibitionist and voyeur -- fucking nearby the others, or even swapping with each other. If that ever bothers you, please give me a chance to turn it off."

"What if Greg and Dar become permanent players in our group, and what if we add still others to our group -- not all the time, but occasionally? There are others I think we'd like to see involved in that way with all of us. Shortly before we met, Trish and I had been talking to Greg and Dar about adding a couple or two to our sex group when we get together."

"Bring it on, with one condition."

"One condition?"

"Crystal, I'm in love with you. I know this may be scary to hear, but I want you in my life for the rest of time. I'd hate to lose you to another guy. If you leave, I hope we'd still be close friends."

"And Trish?"

"I feel the same way. I'm sure my father would say the same thing. We are in love with the two of you. I'm sure we'd both be hard pressed to pick one of you over the other, so I won't say anything about that part of things further. We want the two of you with us -- period." I added in a whisper, "Secretly, you're my favorite."

"Trish and I love the two of you in the same way." She paused and grinned, "So, if we wanted to have a small orgy...?"

"Give me the grocery list so I can be sure we have everything to serve before the others arrive. I will look forward to it. So will Ross. Your friends are automatically our friends. The house is yours, too."

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I woke up a week later on a Friday morning with Darlene naked and asleep next to me. She was cuddled up tight against my warm body. My whole bed had become a wet spot the night before and now it was kind of crinkly when we moved in the bed, like used aluminum foil. We'd ended up sleeping on some dry pool towels that we put down over the sheets at our midsections before we drifted off to sleep. I was guessing that laundry would be a priority that day.

In my haze of waking up, I realized it was only three weeks ago that I'd met Crystal and then Trish, and then a few days later, Dar. I thought about how much had happened. Ross, my father, and I had resonated with Crystal and Trish, and almost on a whim invited them to live with us. The result of that discussion was that Crystal, Trish, and I moved into my father's large home on Sarasota Bay. Before my mother died, this was the home where they were going to live and retire in and probably die in.

We'd had a very sexual weekend, even as we moved the sisters into the house. My relationship with Trish had strengthened while Crystal was away working around the country in her position as a flight attendant. Towards the end of that first week when Crystal was away at work, Trish had brought Darlene to play sexually with Ross and me. That had gone well -- really well.

Darlene had a serious, long-term boyfriend, and had an open relationship with him -- Greg. I'd learned a lot from her about such relationships. He apparently didn't mind her enjoying sex with us. In the course of discussions on that topic, I learned that Trish and Crystal had often been with Greg, and continued to have that desire.

In talks with Crystal and as I got my own head around the subject, I came to realize that I didn't mind group sex, the idea of sharing my girlfriend with other like-minded men and women, or, certainly, the idea of being with other women. I'd pretty much concluded that I was not bisexual, but didn't mind either sex having that orientation and being around me. The whole of the concepts made me highly aroused.

A while later, Darlene stretched her nude body out in the bed next to me and yawned in a sexy way. I kissed her and she kissed back. "Thank you for last night, baby. You're a divine lover. We will do this again." Dar made me feel so good with those words.

We rose and had a joint shower. We scrubbed each other, but resisted our urges to get into something seriously sexual. We both had tasks to attend.

Dar slipped into her underwear and blue scrubs from the day before. I commented about how her style of dress was 'uniform' from day to day. No need for difficult style-conscious decisions. She liked that fact.

Trish appeared from Ross's bedroom and collected her friend and work mate. She'd prepared coffee cups for them to use as they drove to work.

Darlene reminded me that both Crystal and her boyfriend Greg would be home that Friday afternoon and evening, respectively. Crystal would be getting back from another cross-country trek starting with a flight from Kansas City to Dallas, and then Dallas to Atlanta, and then Atlanta to Sarasota.