One by one she undid them, but kept the garment closed until the last second when she shrugged it off her shoulders. The half-cup black and red bra pushed her breasts upward and pulled them together, exaggerating her cleavage. The cups only covered the bottom portion of her breasts, leaving her nipples completely exposed.
She turned her back to me as she slid the zip of her skirt down before turning back and allowing it to fall to the floor. I’m convinced my jaw dropped as I sat there open-mouthed. The panties and suspender matched her bra, and I could see that they had a cut-out which exposed her fanny. Coupled with the black stockings she wore, she was to me, sex on legs. My cock agreed as it painfully went straight to full erection and tried to push its way through the front of my pants.
I’m sure I’m like most other males; show me a woman in stockings and suspenders, and my hormones go into overdrive, which is exactly what was happening at that moment. She could love me or not, it didn’t matter so long as I got to fuck her.
Slowly she sauntered towards the bed, teasing as she openly displayed her body. Gemma helped me undress before we came together on the mattress, lying atop me as our lips met and we kissed. I pushed my cock against her mound, feeling her push back against me as my knee went between her legs and she rubbed her cunt against it.
Rolling her, I slid between her legs, my cock teasing her fanny as I rubbed it against her labia, the cut-out in her panties enabling me to impale her without removing any clothing. The feel of her stocking-clad legs wrapping themselves around me was enthralling as I fucked her slowly. I built her arousal and then let it subside, teasing her with my cock as she neared her climax.
Gemma was panting; the look on her face told me she was ready, so I withdrew for a few seconds and ripped the panties from her. She was desperate to have me back inside as she was close, but to her surprise and consequent delight, my cock, instead of penetrating her cunt once more, now impaled her arse. Her eyes went wide as my shaft, well lubricated with her juices, slid up her anus.
She screamed as I fucked her, my hand rubbing at her clit and my fingers slipping into her sodden quim. Her eyes were staring, and her face contorted as she orgasmed, her hips thrashing against my cock buried deep inside her rectum. Her climax seemed to last forever as I withdrew my cock once more, this time to fuck her pussy with intensity. By the time I eventually filled her cunt with my semen she was a twitching wreck.
We lay side by side, our bodies covered in sweat and juices. “You bastard! You’re a fucking bastard. You’re telling me I shouldn’t love you? Christ, Alister, you fuck a woman like that, of course, she’s going to love you!”
Later, we made love again and spent the night together, curled around each other and well satisfied.
Over the next few days, as the village slowly started to clear bit by bit, my sisters and I shared each other’s beds as we fucked singularly or together as a group. By the time our mother was able to return, Gemma and I were fucking regularly. Debbie would want an occasional one-on-one, but more or less she was happiest when it was the three of us and she and Gemma were arousing each other. I was beginning to wonder if she had lesbian tendencies, something that was confirmed quite a few months later.
It was February before the snow had finally disappeared and the village returned to some kind of normality. The year progressed, and the weather improved. I would have frequent trips to my grandmother’s, and the twins would look for any opportunity at home to get me into bed.
One late Friday afternoon, with the weather mild and the evenings beginning to stay lighter, Gran decided that she would like to take a walk. She’d nipped up to the loo, and I was hanging around aimlessly waiting for her return. She came downstairs already wearing her coat, which I found strange but thought nothing of it.
Grabbing her bag from the kitchen, we went out, locking the door behind us, and arm in arm, we strolled down the lane.
“I thought we could go down to the end of the lane, do a lap of the park, and then come up the adjoining road,” she said as we walked along and chatted.
The houses became sporadic as we came to the end of the lane; to the left, it led out across fields and countryside, and to the right, it led into a considerable-sized park. At this end were a children’s play area and picnic tables; on the far side it became quite secluded with small sections that offered some privacy. She pointed to the far side, cutting across the middle rather than walking around the edge.
When we reached the other side, she chose a spot that was partially hidden but still allowed her to see right across the park. She sat on one of the benches and seemed to be checking around, making sure no one was in the vicinity. The park was quiet this late in the afternoon, with most people on their way home from work or already sitting down to tea.
Certain that we were alone, she gave me a wink and a sly smile as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her coat.
“Holy shit!” I muttered the words under my breath as her huge breasts popped free. Beneath the coat, she was topless, her nipples instantly getting hard in the cool breeze.
“Why don’t you come and join me?” she said, patting the bench next to her.
I needed no encouragement; my hands instantly playing with her bosom. The bulge in my groin was obvious as she rubbed it gently, teasing constantly with words. One of my hands had drifted to the bottom of her skirt, intending to get to her twat, when unexpectedly, she stopped me.
“No, no, no,” she laughed as she pushed my hand away and then unzipped my flies and extracted my erect cock.
“Play with yourself for me,” she requested as she began to unbutton the front of her skirt.
“Fuck me!” I exclaimed. Not only was she topless, but she was also knickerless as well.
Rummaging in her bag, she suddenly produced a rather large artificial cock; laughing loudly as it wobbled back and forth. Checking the park again, she turned sideways, placing one foot up on the bench and opening her legs wide, exposing her fanny to me as my hand slid up and down my shaft.
She raised the cock to her mouth, her lips sliding over its tip as she moistened it. And then, as I watched fascinated, she placed it between her legs. It took a few attempts, but eventually, I saw it slide inside her quim.
She plunged it in and out of her pussy as she grunted and groaned; at one stage, she lifted her large breasts as she sucked on her nipples. My hand was pumping away at my cock while I watched her display of depravity, until with a roar she climaxed and pissed herself. At the same time, spunk jetted from my cock and mixed with her bodily fluids.
Taking some tissues from her bag, we hurriedly cleaned and made ourselves decent; she grabbed my hand, now in a rush to get home.
“Take me home and fuck me,” she begged.
My cock was buried deep inside her cunt as she urged me onwards in her coarse fashion. She had already climaxed once, as I headed towards my release, my shaft pumping rapidly into her love tunnel when suddenly the bedroom door opened, my sister Sandra standing on the threshold of the room.
I couldn’t stop; I had been too close. I tried to withdraw, but all that happened was that I covered her fanny and belly with spurts of cum as she rubbed at her clit and climaxed.
“Oh my god, what the fuck are you doing?” Sandra screamed, her hand flying to her mouth.
She sounded disgusted but continued to stare at us as I extracted myself from between Gran’s thighs and threw myself down next to her, pulling the covers over the both of us.
There was silence for several long seconds before my sister launched into a tirade, accusing us both of being perverts. That we were depraved and would go to hell, was a given.
Now, my grandmother is a strong character; the women of those times were, and she did not take kindly to being spoken to like that. In her book, the best defence was to attack, until she bludgeoned you into submission.
“How dare you come in here and speak to me like that; who the hell do you think you are, young lady? I gave you a key so you could let yourself in if you needed to, not so that you could wander around my home. And has nobody ever taught you to knock on a door before entering? What I and your brother do is none of your bloody business; I’m not likely to get pregnant at my age, and all we are doing is having sex, something I bet, you’re getting plenty of. Now get out of my room while I get dressed and shut the bloody door behind you.”
With that, she threw the covers back and got out of bed, openly displaying her nudity as Sandra turned on her heels and closed the door. Finally, I breathed out; it felt like I had been holding my breath forever.
I watched my grandmother dress. “Stay here,” she said as she left the room and descended the stairs.
I could hear raised voices from below and then, finally, the front door slamming. Dressing quickly, I went downstairs to find Gran looking exasperated.
“I don’t think she will tell your mother, but I can’t be sure.” Gran looked a little nervous. “You can always stay here if you want to. I’m sorry, Alister.”
I couldn’t stay at my grandmother’s; questions would be asked. Likewise, it would look strange if she suddenly turned up at my house. All we could do was face the consequences when the time came. Making my way home, I felt sick with apprehension. Had Sandra already informed mom? Was there an inquisition awaiting my return?
At home, everything was normal when I got there, but the tension of waiting for my sister to arrive drove me to my room. For the next week, other than work and mealtimes, I tended to hide in there. Another week followed, and still, she had not arrived. I was beginning to relax; maybe gran had managed to convince her not to say anything.
The twins soon picked up on the fact that something was wrong, as they both congregated in my room one evening.
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