Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 18

When we were nude, I pulled Marge's mature body to mine. Sure the signs of age were there, but she was trim, busty with erect nipples that burned into my chest, and a passion equal to that of a horny teenager. After our kiss, we fell onto the bed. Marge pulled me in front of her, and allowed me to briefly go down on her pussy with my tongue driving into her folds, but then she pulled me up: "Fuck me. We can do all that stuff another night. Right now, fuck me. Put your cock inside me and go wild. Fuck me hard. Make love to me."

I honored Marge's request, and as my shaft penetrated her, the room filled with the most exquisite moan of postponed satisfaction I'd ever heard. I felt the spasms of Marge's pussy around my cock indicating that she'd cum on first penetration. I held her and kissed her, whispering words of affection and about how sexy she was between kisses. I could feel her mind expanding in new directions.

We made love for ten minutes before Jane joined us on the bed, lazily stroking her own pussy as she watched the two of us and made cute comments about how we moved, or kissed, or fucked. She knew I'd take care of her next. Marge apparently never had someone make love to her so continuously, and as we passed the forty-five minute mark she again was having orgasm after orgasm, and alternately pleading with me to give her another climax or to stop so she could rest and regain her wits. Whenever I'd pause, Marge would pause with me, but then start to gyrate her hips urging me to start fucking her again. Of course, I would respond.

At the one hour mark, I told Marge that she was about to have a colossal orgasm, perhaps the most intense she'd ever had, and that I would fill her cunt with my cum. I was intentionally being crude, but Marge responded unusually well to dirty talk and even used some herself. Jane joined in, sucking on Marge's tits and rubbing her clit as I pummeled her body. I started to angle my way into her pussy so that the head of my cock started to stroke her G-spot. I was pretty numb at this point, but I'd already derived a map of Marge's inner territory, so I felt pretty certain I was hitting the right spots.

I also took over from Jane about stroking Marge's upper body, weakly slapping her sides and lower breasts, and pinching her nipples with just the right intensity, and then holding her neck with the ever so slight threat of choking. Marge looked at me with awe and she started to crest. I slapped and stroked her here and there, touching her erogenous zones in magic ways. With one hand I pinched and squeezed Marge's neck slightly harder to worry her. With my other hand I pulled her nipples away from her body until her orgasm started. Marge moaned, and started to cum. I got off about five large jets of cum into her body, and then Marge's eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out: the Big Steve Experience.

Jane chuckled, "You did it again, you sexual Lothario. The poor woman is yours for the rest of her life, and we have a new sex slave."

I slowly pulled my cock from Marge's body, watching after I did as the excess cum I'd filled her with immediately started to ooze from her cunt and run down her ass; god that looked erotic. Jane and I wrapped her in a sheet so she'd feel comfortable in her sexual haze.

I went and held Jane, and we started to make out too, although we had been making out while I'd had my cock in Marge. Jane inhaled my cock eventually, and then she poured some Grand Marnier from the glass I'd been using over my shaft, and started to lick up the mess she'd made. Of course, I hardened pretty quickly, and so when Marge started to come around, next to her on the bed Jane and I were fucking up a storm. Jane had asked me to not hold back or extend, and so I was driving towards my second orgasm in only a few minutes.

Jane popped off a few small orgasms, and then the two of us succumbed to a large gathering of the stars that resulted in another large climax for each of us. We fell into each other's arms.

Beside us on the bed, Marge softly said, "I've never seen someone else making love. You were beautiful, absolutely beautiful ... and you made me horny again, or maybe I never stopped being horny. Oh. Jeeze, I've never been so sexual in my life."

Jane leaned over and kissed Marge on the lips. "You and Steve were beautiful too. This evening has been acts of love between us ... the first of many. Thank you for joining us, and thank you for being so good to me for so long. I love you." The pair kissed again, and I pulled Marge's naked body against mine, so that I had Jane on one side of me, and Marge on the other. We fell asleep that way.

The rest of the winter months became a bit of a blur, but each month started to look similar to the previous one. I'd spend a week in Cambridge at our consulting offices, being billable and acting like a distant orchestra leader for the twenty-five systems projects of varying size at TCI. I'd be on the phone much of the time to New Jersey, Denver, Dallas, Kansas City, Seattle, San Diego, and Atlanta. The systems projects seemed to be taking care of themselves because I'd been lucky enough to get good people on each of them. The strategic planning project in Denver required more and more of my personal attention and contribution, some of which I could do remotely, although I did talk to Brady every day so he knew we were working away on the job.

After the week in Cambridge, I'd be in New Jersey. I'd stay with René at Jane's house, but Jane hadn't been home in months. René packed up a lot of Jane's clothes at her instruction and shipped it out to her in Denver. I also carried a couple of suitcases out there on various trips. As I had in Cambridge, I skyped with Jane and Marge, sometimes in the office and sometimes when they were 'home' in the hotel. The latter calls were more interesting, as I might be with Fran or René or Pam or one of my other partners, and Jane might be with Marge, Brenda, Mike, or TJ who I had yet to meet face to face.

Marge had started to get it on with TJ, Brenda and Mike too, and she confided to me that she was having the best time in her life now that she had decided to be sexually liberated and adopt sluthood as a way of life. Despite the wide age difference, TJ and Mike really liked Marge, and went out of their way to be sure she got an excess of male attention and orgasms. While that was going on Jane, Brenda, and both men established a comfortable relationship equally prone to orgasms.

When I'd be in New Jersey, I also spent some intimate time with Pam. Pete, her husband, and Bob the other leg of the threesome she lived with, had created a relationship with Zoey, the little slut Pete discovered. Sometimes they'd get together with René and me, and we would have a field day that often kept us all up until the wee hours of the morning. Zoey was a hot little fuck that epitomized the word nymphomaniac. I realized that René had the same tendencies.

There was something special about Zoey that she seemed to either be hiding or under playing. I didn't feel it was bad – the opposite, in fact – but I just let it ride and figured someday she'd tell us when she was ready.

I started to keep a tally of the amount of sleep I was getting. Whereas I always thought I needed eight hours a night, with all the sex I was down to about four or five hours a night and loving every minute of it. Occasionally on weekends I'd get seven or eight, and I could always catnap on airplanes. My frequent flyer mileage was building up at a rapid rate.

I also used to exercise to build my stamina and to keep my weight in bounds, especially with all the meals I was eating on the road. My weight dropped, probably from the sexual exercise I engaged in, and my stamina seemed to be increasing despite the lack of time in hotel gyms or jogs along the Charles River that I'd done when I was home all week.

A third week out of a typical month I'd fly to Denver on Sunday afternoon so I could spend a solid week or maybe ten days working on the strategic planning project, and keeping Jane and Marge happy. TJ, who I did finally get to meet, Brenda and Mike joined us often, and Mike sometimes got us tickets to some 'hot' sporting event or new nightclub where we'd go and hangout, often during our recovery periods.

Mike and Brenda had never had outside sexual relationships with anyone, so the hookups with Jane, Marge, TJ and me were unique for them. He told me he thought it was the highlight of his life so far, and never wanted it to stop. He loved to see me or TJ fucking his wife, and Brenda told us she got hyper-aroused watching Mike fuck Marge or Jane. She also liked me doing her; especially in one of my marathon fuck sessions where I called on all the techniques I'd learned in my Tantric Sex class.

A fourth week in each month I'd be off at one of the other TCI sites, for instance Seattle, San Francisco, or San Diego. I'd usually go there from Denver to save on the commute time, and then take a red eye home. I did not establish sexual partners in those other cities, although I think I had the opportunity several times. I mentioned my sleep patterns, and that coupled with a six or seven hour red eye flight from the west coast to Boston usually meant that I got a full night's sleep on the flight, so I'd arrive fresh and bushy tailed and ready to start a new day, usually a Saturday morning, with my Cambridge partners – Sheila, Fran, and Ally.

The thing that varied from month to month was how I'd fit in the trips to Denver and the west coast. Sometimes I'd make two or three trips to Denver in a month, for instance taking a few days from my New Jersey or west coast allocation of time.

I took Fran with me to San Francisco one time, and she played tourist while I worked, and then we stayed the weekend. Another weekend, Ally joined me in Atlanta, and we flew down to Key West for the weekend. Key West can be a wild town with an under current of sex running through the place, and that weekend was no exception. Ally distinguished herself in a couple of bars with live entertainment both in how wildly she danced, and in how she allowed herself to be picked up by a couple of guys. I wasn't complaining, as there seemed to be more females than males in the places that weekend, and I was scoring well too.

Saturday night in Key West, Ally orchestrated a threesome with her two new 'friends' while I had a threesome with two of my 'new' friends on the other bed in our motel room. We started to rotate partners, and the resulting orgy didn't end until mid-afternoon on Sunday when we had to leave Key West.

As winter started that year, Jane suggested that I spend more time in Colorado so we could go skiing on a couple of weekends in Vail or Aspen, the popular ski resorts. Sheila loved to ski and so we had her join us one weekend; Aidan came with her to help balance the male-female ratio. Things were improved even further that weekend because Malcomb, Marge's husband, flew out from New Jersey to join our contingent. Everybody got laid eight ways from Sunday.

That January weekend was the first time Malcomb had ever been in a situation where unbridled group sex was the order of the day. He flew out with René from Newark since she was between semesters and had some time off. Brenda and Mike joined us too. We went to Aspen – five men and five women, and spent six days either skiing, eating, or fucking. I hesitate to mention sleep because I don't think there was much of it.

We blew Malcomb out of the water with the open sex, and he got to have a piece of each woman, a point that further pepped him up the horniness scale, but then all of the women got to be with each of the men, or vice versa, so everyone had a fabulous experience. We were a wild bunch, a few of us even fucking on our balcony late one night because we'd gotten so hot screwing around inside and wanted the cold air. At least a dozen people watched our performance and applauded.

To be continued

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