True and Eternal Pt. 01

I sucked at her through her panties while I grasped at their waistband. Slowly I started to pull them down, inch-by-inch revealing her to me. I gasped when her bush came out from under them and I saw she was completely unshaven. I hadn't seen that since early college. Andy had always kept a landing strip, as had most girls I had dated. Some were even bald. I was caught completely unawares.

She lifted herself up allowing me to finish removing her panties. Setting them aside, I moved in for the kill. I flicked my tongue across the mound of her sex, and was rewarded with a sudden gasp from her. I could feel her hands in my hair as I kissed her lips. When I parted them and kissed her deeper, she gripped my hair like a vice dragging me in deeper. I wanted to make it slow, to show her love and pleasure, but I guess the jackass had never done this and she was overwhelmed.

So, I did what any man would do. I gave her all that I had. Licking, caressing and sucking, I played with her innermost places with my tongue, lips and mouth. I would be lying if I said wasn't enjoying it myself. And I think my low moans just added to her pleasure.

Soon her breathing started to come in rapid gasps and her body started to jerk with my administrations. A wail escaped from her as she drove herself into my face, her entire body rigid.

And her ejaculation! Andy usually came. If Andy gave me a gush of her liquid, then Amanda was a flood. Greedily, I drank from her. Her sweet substance filled me like no other, even Andy, had before.

I knew that this could be trouble.

As she came down from her orgasm, I untangled myself from her and rose up off the bed. Glancing at Andy, I could the utter amazement on her face.

"And I thought you treated ME nice," she said, "Don't stop now. This is better than HBO."

With a sigh I took off my boxers and started to climb back onto the bed. I started kissing Amanda right above her feet and slowly climbed my way up her, leaving a trail of kisses along her body as I went. As I reached her face, our eyes connected. Gone was the shy, scared young woman. Now I had a passionate and lusty vixen who, well, who wanted me!

That look could be addicting.

Plans revolved around in my head as she lightly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss, her tongue darting in and out, lapping up her own juices from my mouth.

Do we make out some more?

Do I play with her breasts?

Do I--a hand around my cock stopped those thoughts. And since Amanda's were on my back, I knew whose hand it was.

"It's time," Andy whispered in my ear, as she guided me into her sister. I broke the kiss to look at Andy as she sat on the edge of the bed. Our eyes meet as I entered Amanda. Never once did she stop smiling or betray any hint of jealousy.

Two things came to mind. Andy was serious. We were changing the nature of our relationship permanently and she was ok with it. I still didn't know if I was, but she was.

That and BY GOD Amanda was tight. I would have thought that all the lubrication she had given herself would have loosened her up but I guess that her husband didn't act on her enough to fully stretch her out. Achingly, I pressed myself into her. When I had bottomed out I began the slow process of moving out then back in.

Gradually I built up a pace, never once breaking eye contact with Andy. I decided to watch her the entire time, to try to let her know with my eyes that I loved her, but Amanda took my head in her hands, turned it to her and kissed me deeply.

Our bodies tightened around each other as thoughts of Andy, Amanda, anything left my mind. All there was in the universe was the passion I felt right then. The passion created when two lovers and their bodies tried passionately to create a new life. Amanda wrapped her legs around me. Her body was soft against mine, so unlike Andy's, which was tone and defined.

We built a rhythm, pressing against each other and retreating before merging again. All the while, our mouths explored each other.

Time ceased to move, as all I could think about was her flesh against mine, her taste in my mouth, her perfume in my nostrils, the feel of me in her. We finally broke our kiss and stared each other in the eyes. Soon I could tell by her pants that she had climaxed, and then I watched as she gasped out when another hit her. She gave a long exhale of warm moist breath as she went rigid, her body attempting to grip me like a vice.

And that look. When she had an orgasm she became divine. A passionate lust that just begged me to continue, pleaded with me give her another one. My only goal became to send her totally over the edge. To make her body go rigid and tight around mine as I continued to make love to her. Passion overcame reason; pleasure overcame love, as we continued on our path.

We continued to kiss lovers kisses as her hands continued to massage my back. We merged as the only thing that mattered was pleasing each other. She started to encourage me vocally, telling me over and over again how good it felt and how much she was enjoying our sex.

"Yes this is amazing, you are so soft and wonderful," I mumbled to her in her near before nibbling on it. I continued to kiss her on the face and neck as she did the same for me.

Then my body finally started to give. I felt a boiling in my loins, the feeling that a dam was beginning to burst. With a roar, I announced the torrent of my seed that unleashed in my sister-in-law. One from her answered my cry quickly.

In a moment, we both relaxed and regained our senses and breath. Reluctantly I rolled off of her. And right into Andy. NO Andy! I had forgotten about her!

Fear gripped my very soul. What must she be thinking? Is she angry, are we over? Is she going to hit me again?

"Honey that was wonderful. You were so kind and loving to her! I can't wait for my turn. But it looks like you two need a rest." Andy leaned over and pulled her sister into me, Amanda cuddling up around me. I could do nothing but return the hug. Andy gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"You two rest here and relax while I get dinner. And remember after we eat, then it's MY turn!" With that she bounded out of the room.

We laid there for a while before she kissed me on the cheek, then took my face in her hands and placed a kiss on my lips.

'That was wonderful. I almost hope that I didn't get pregnant this time so we can do it again soon."

"I think Andy wants us to continue this all weekend," I said, and a gleam entered Amanda's eyes.

"I knew I loved her." She played her fingers across my chest for a few seconds then, "What do you want to name our child?"

"Ah shouldn't you and--n"

"No I will pick the names, he won't get a chance. And even though we can never tell anyone I want you to help me name them. You will be their real daddy."

I didn't know it then but right then something started to stir in my soul.

"Ah well...if it is a boy I would like to name in Michael after my father. A girl, hum, what about Lisa? I have a cousin Lisa and she's a blast."

"Ok Lisa and Michael, check! Guess we will have to do this for all five of them."

"You really want five?"

"Yes I have always wanted a large family. And with you fathering both my children and Andy's then they will have a really large one. She wants what? Three?"

"I think two but three wouldn't be bad. I just want a family. Now it looks like I will get one, a very large and ... strange one."

We laughed over that for a bit then talked some more about names. I think we came up with possibilities for them all that night.

We got up and redressed. Then went to eat dinner.

Dinner was fun. We talked about the news and some new movies we wanted to see. The sisters even told me a story I hadn't heard about when they went to band camp together. Amanda was relating when Andy had lost her top in the swimming pool when she accidentally hit her glass of grape juice over onto Andy.

"Oh God, I am sorry."

"No don't worry, I'll just change, might even take a quick shower. You two got me worked up."

Amanda and I finished cleaning up the mess while Andy went to our bedroom and soon I heard the sounds of the shower going. A flash of memory of her in the shower, her body covered in suds, caused a rise in my jeans.

Usually I am reserved about things, trying to not make mistakes. But today I had something else, sort of like being drunk but with out the alcohol. I grabbed Amanda's hand and drug her to the master bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I placed her in a seat and stopped her from asking any more questions with a kiss.

I stripped and then entered the bathroom. The radio was playing lightly as I entered. Andy liked to hear music as she washed. I turned her music off.

"What?" she exclaimed pulling the curtain back, but I pounced on her. Our lips met as I pressed her back into the shower. My hands began to roam over her soapy body as the water played around me.

"Not here," she gasped. "In the bed, so she can watch."

"I can't wait, Andy, " I replied, my hard-on painfully pressed between us.

"Please, now."

Reluctantly I turned off the shower and exited. But before I could get the towel, Andy was on me. Her tongue invaded my mouth. She shoved me back into the doorway. Then she dropped to her knees and without ceremony took me in her mouth.

I leaned back against the doorframe as she moved on my manhood. I just sat back and enjoyed the feel of her moist mouth sliding down my cock. The teasing that her tongue did.

Soon it became too much for me. I wanted to fuck my wife.

I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her off my cock. And up into the air. I told you I tried to work out.

"What?" she started to exclaim before I slammed her onto the bed. With a giggle she positioned herself and lifted her legs into the air.

"Come get me!"

Oh I did. I leapt onto the bed and with one lust-filled gasp, plunged into her. She placed her legs around my shoulders as we kissed. I didn't even think of love, both of us knew this position, we could go long and hard with it.

And having had sex not two hours or so before helped me as well.

I kept plunging into Andy, the differences between the two sisters just making me even hornier. Amanda was warm to the touch while Andy was literally burning up, even after being wet from the shower. Andy moved her hands over my body as I went; she aggressively explored every crevice she could find, refusing to stop, refusing to relax. Our eyes made contact and I was caught up in the pure passionate lust that she had for me. Not a desire, not a need but pure bestial lust that threatened to devour me whole and want even more.

I couldn't believe it. Here I was, fucking the hell out of my wife. Her groans and gasps filling our house and I wanted to screw her even more! The longer I went the more I lusted for her. We were not like lovers; we were animals and loving every second of it. Her nails bit into the flesh of my chest as pleasure began to overcome her.

Soon she arched her back and screamed, dropping her legs from me as her orgasm hit. Her vaginal walls grabbed hold of me, threatening to not ever let go. But I just kept going. I could not get enough of her. I saw in her face joy, passion and lust. I looked into her eyes, the hunger I found there matched my own. The way her body glowed from her orgasm just made me even love her more.

We had always been passionate. But tonight, tonight we were like we were when we were dating and couldn't get enough of each other. I loved it. And when she looked at me I knew she loved it too.

"My turn."

With that she pushed me over onto my back and then mounted me.

"I love you, Alex Brooks!" she shouted as she lowered herself onto me. Then she began to grind herself into me. She knew how to please me from here and I knew that she loved to see me while she did so. Her wonderful pussy griped me with practiced ease.

I began to grind back against her. Our passion created a rhythm all of its own. My hands grasped her nipples, tweaking them and twisting them. Andy began to growl at the pleasure that I was giving her. Soon another wave of pleasure hit her, and again her body threatened to cut me off. But she didn't stop; she barely even paused.

I could see it in her eyes. She wanted me to know that she loved me. That she still loved me and wanted me. Her soft hair fell into my face; I could smell her perfume and the shampoo she used. Her nails continued to do their damage as she gripped my arms hard enough to break the skin.

I pulled her down to me and took one of her breasts in my mouth, tasting the soapy residue that was there. Soon her words started to penetrate my mind.

"Give me a baby Alex. Put our child in me." What man could resist his lovely wife when she commands this? For the second time that day I could feel my balls contract. I grabbed her hair and forced our mouths together as my body convulsed, spraying my love into her. She yelled into my mouth as another wave crashed over her.

Slowly we sank back into the bed, curled up in each other and feeling our love. Her body milked me for all I was worth as we lay there. We held each other, murmuring out confessions of our love.

Slowly we noticed the Amanda was in the room, her eyes wide as she watched us. When she saw that we were done she came up and placed a blanket over us.

"You two rest. I'll clean up."

So I fell asleep with the love of my life holding me. Never once did I think that things would turn out in my life as they had... or how they would.

Chapter 3

I hate to tell you, but I didn't get either my wife or her sister pregnant that weekend. But that didn't stop us from trying, or me from calling in sick on Monday due to a "strained back."

These girls were going to kill me.

Now, I had very naively believed that Amanda and I would just get together when we knew she was ovulating. But it seems that Andy and Amanda had gotten together that Sunday and decided that we shouldn't take any chances.

That meant that I should provide my services at least two or three times a week to each sister.

Remember what I said about killing me?

Andy and I had sex whenever we could. And I do mean whenever. Nights, mornings, after we vacuumed the carpets. I will never forget when she showed up at my work one day.

"Hey what are you doing here?"

"Being horny. Close the door and fuck me."

My secretary, God bless her 60-year-old heart, just got up from her desk and closed and locked my door.

Then afterwards she ordered me a new desk, something a bit sturdier and a little higher.

I gave her a raise the next day.

As for Amanda, she became creative with her reasons to see her sister. And if her husband ever called to check up on her, Andy would be right there to run interference until she could catch her breath and talk to the putz.

Andy stayed with us and watched every 'performance' that we put on until one Saturday, about a month after we began our unique relationship.

On the few days that Amanda stayed with us, we had gotten into the habit of sleeping together, Andy on a day couch in the same room. I woke up on one Sunday and rolled over almost overtop of her.

Now I have to admit that rolling onto a very attractive gal when you awake is one of the best things that a man can ever experience.

I didn't even think about it as I started to kiss her. Eventually she woke up, and she was all ready to go. When we finished making tender love, and were kissing and cuddling, Andy came through the door to wake us.

That's when all three of us realized that Amanda and I had just had sex for the first time without her present.

"Oh my!" This was all that Andy could say. Fearing that our marriage might be going down the drain, I had broken the agreement that we had given, I rose up off the bed and tried to apologize.

"Andy, I'm sorry I didn't know that you weren't here and--"

Slap. I never knew that Andy could move that fast. And she was getting stronger, probably from our work out sessions.

Nonetheless, this was becoming a bad habit. I could not believe she would actually hit me! Every time I tried to voice my opinion on our 'arrangement' my face stung.

"Listen up! You are a good man. I knew what I was doing when I started this! I love you and always will. You are the only man for me so you just stop apologizing for doing what I asked when you show my sister love. That jerk she is married to won't do it but you can and do."

All this time Amanda sat back and watched us with those puppy eyes of hers. She always reminded me of a little child watching her parents fight.

Ironic huh?

To make a long story short, we dropped that 'Andy must watch every time we have sex' rule.

That opened up the sex life between Amanda and me. My clothes started to fit looser around this time. At first I thought it was all the activity that I was doing. So I countered with protein shakes and what not.

Then a buddy at the gym told me how I was 'ripping' up. That's bodybuilder jargon for getting really defined. I also started to notice that my shirts got tighter.

Seems that I was hitting the gym harder. Both girls noticed too. Andy would smile and tell me it was about time I hit the gym as much as her. Amanda, now for her I was becoming a personal playground to explore. She loved my new muscles and increased stamina. At times she would make me sit and talk to her for hours without my shirt on, and sometimes completely nude. And of course she returned the favor. I learned to love our talks.

Those weren't the only changes that I was going through. While I ran my company, I was a pretty hands-off manager, usually letting my employees do their own thing without me watching over them. But around this time that I began to really pay attention to the details of the business. Because of this, I caught one employee over charging a client and another flat-out embezzling from me.

Well I helped the law with both and even reimbursed the one client. That was when my business began to take off. It was strange. The more challenges that came my way, the more aggressive I got. I took things head on and won almost every time. I stopped relying on Thomas's friends and contacts and actually made some of my own. It would eventually take over a year but I was able to financially get out from under the bastard's thumb.

Around the three-month mark of 'Operation Knock-up The Family', Amanda announced that she was pregnant. She made sure to sleep with her husband after she knew so that he would think it was his.

The same day that they came over to tell us the good news, Andy told us she was with child as well!

Turned out that I must have gotten them both around the same time because they were both due in the same week.

This is when I really noticed the differences between Amanda's spouse and myself.

Andy and I were going to the pregnancy classes together. Picking out stuff for the baby's room together. I even put up the first sonogram of our son on my office wall.

My son. I was really going to be a father! I could not get that thought out my head.

That's why I could not for the life of me understand Thomas. He thought that Amanda was carrying his child. But he did not want her going to the classes; thank goodness her parents intervened on that.

He said--and I am not joking here--"Women have been having babies for centuries without classes. Why should I pay to have her learn what should come naturally?"

So after the five of us ganged up on him he relented, but only after I offered to pay for them. I know it was risky and might have seemed suspicious, but she was carrying my child. A little girl in fact.

Then after getting me to pay for the classes, he still didn't want to go because it "cut into his personal time." Translation: the time he spent doing 'guy' things to prove that he wasn't whipped.