My grandmother was an extremely religious woman, prim and proper. She thought all sex was nasty, and would never even talk about it to her daughter, my mother. At 18 my mother developed larger-than-average breasts and gorgeous looks, so she became very popular at school. The boys were all over her, but when she tried to ask her mother about it, my grandmother would only scold her for even talking about such things. Finally she became so distraught that she decided to talk to her pastor.
The pastor was a very dynamic and handsome fellow, and the ladies of the church were quite taken with him. His young wife had been a professional model and was the picture of fashion and poise. So Mother went to see them and told them of her distress at all the pressure that was being put on her by the boys. The pastor explained that the female body was built by God to have an attraction for men, but that her schoolmates were just too young and immature to know how to show their appreciation properly for her beauty. He explained that his wife had the same problem, but that she was old enough to be proud of her sexuality. He then asked his wife to disrobe, to show that she was not ashamed of her body, and she did so.
The pastor and his wife told my mother that she should practice being at ease with her body. They thought she needed more counseling, so they hired her to work at their home after school. They told her that with her exceptional beauty, she was a natural for modeling or acting. They coached her in the proper way to carry herself, pose, dress, and use makeup. They often had her do some of the housework in the nude, to help her become more comfortable with her body.
Before long she was often staying overnight so that she could work on Saturday, and sleeping with them in their bed. They showed her how people had sex, and let her observe to the point at which they were able to get her to participate more and more, with both of them. They praised her and encouraged her, and she became quite adept at all kinds of sexual activity, which she found extremely enjoyable. Eventually some of the deacons began coming around for a little action, and she would take care of them, too.
Upon her graduation from high school, the pastor helped her get a scholarship to a nearby university. It was within easy driving distance, so that he and his friends could visit her often, and in return he helped her with her expenses. While in school she also worked as a nude model for art classes. There was quite a demand for her, and she acquired some new customers that way, which was how she met my father. He knew she was working her way through college and seemed to have no objection, but he asked her to promise that after they were married she would no longer charge for it, and she never did.
When I came along years later, my mother, recalling her experience with my grandmother, bent over backward to make sure I was well informed. She talked openly about all aspects of sex, love, and lust to prepare me for what she knew I was going to experience. And she was right. Like her, I developed early, inheriting my mother’s good looks and becoming popular at an early age. My mother always impressed on me, however, that I should treat my body with respect, and save myself until the right man came along.
My father had become a well-known art expert and museum curator, and about the time I graduated high school he had saved enough money to buy a place in the country. Looking back, I suspect that my parents had become concerned about all the boys hanging around, and decided that a move to the country would keep me out of temptation’s way. They bought an estate that was famous for breeding and training expensive horses. The owner and his wife had been killed in a plane crash, and their 18-year-old son, Christopher, had inherited the ranch. However, he would have had to borrow so much to pay the inheritance taxes, with no way to pay back the loan while he was in school, that he decided the best thing was to sell. But he obviously knew the horses very well, and my father asked him to stay on and work for us. Christopher was a brilliant student, captain of the school football team, very handsome, and very black. He moved into the apartment attached to the tack room, and quickly became part of the family. He helped me with my homework, worked with mother training and caring for the horses, and generally helped out around the place when he wasn’t in school.
One hot summer morning I got up late. I slipped on a robe over the tiny panties I had slept in and went to the barn, looking for my mother. She had been working with a couple of the horses, and was wet with sweat. She suggested we ride the horses down to the river that ran through the place, in which we often swam. Trees lined the bank, and it was beautiful and totally secluded.
Soon we were racing across the fields. It was so exciting, with our big boobs bouncing, the warm horse between my naked legs, and the cool breeze in my hair! I had feelings I had never had before.
When we got to the river we washed the horses down, then discarded our wet clothes and started cooling ourselves as well. We had no idea that Christopher had also decided to swim that morning, and we were startled when he came floating into sight, seeing us naked.
Mother was not bothered about his seeing her, but about his reaction to me. She told him it was very important for my reputation that he never say anything about seeing us skinny-dipping. She told him she had often seen him looking at the nude pictures of her that hung in the studio, and she knew that young men of his age were very curious about the female form. She said that in return for his promise, she would let him see her nude anytime he wanted, but that he was not to get any ideas about me. She wanted him to promise that he would assist me in keeping my virginity until I was married to the right man. Christopher said he understood, and would be happy to help.
Then he helped us finish cleaning the horses, and we all swam for a while. At one point I told him mischievously that it was not fair for him to be the only one with shorts on, so he took them off. Boy, what a sight! He had a magnificent build, and I’d had no idea that a penis ever got that big. It swung against his legs, and when we would swim close to him or brush against him, it would start growing. I noticed that my mother couldn’t keep her eyes off him any more than I could.
Christopher and I became even closer friends after that, and often shared stories about our dates. He told me of his encounters with a couple of girls, and how he had tried to have sex, but because of his size, had not been able to get in, and ended up with masturbation or oral release. After he started college he would occasionally come home and remind my mother of her promise, and she would take off her clothes for him, and even go about her housework in the nude. Then I began to notice that when my father was away, Mother seemed to spend a lot of time out of the house at night. I found a chink in the tack room that allowed me to look through into Christopher’s bedroom, and I watched my mother having sex with him.
It was beautiful to me, to see two people I loved so much sharing such obvious joy. They were both so perfect, she with her light coloring and he with his dark gorgeous muscles gleaming with sweat as they made love, sometimes for hours. I could sometimes see his awesome cock sliding in and out of her, and could hear the noises they made. Sometimes I would have orgasms at the same time they did.
Once it was established that Christopher could be trusted not to try to take my virginity, we often took horses to the river and ended up swimming and lying in the grass for a long time, naked. I had a big case of penis worship. I loved holding it, kissing it, and watching him shoot his load. He, in turn, enjoyed using his tongue on my pussy, and it was wonderful. I was so in love with him, but we knew that because of our color we could never marry. I told him of watching him with my mother, and he said that knowing I was watching would make it even more exciting for him, and that he would make an extra effort to be sure the lights were on when they did it, so I could see it all.
Eventually Christopher brought home a guy from his college football team whom he thought I should know. He told me he had first been impressed with Donald because of his playing skills—he was quick and strong and could think fast—but then, in the showers, he had noticed that Donald was much better endowed than most of the other guys, and he knew that after becoming so accustomed to having a large cock to play with, I would never be happy with the average guy. He was right, of course. Donald and I really hit it off from the first. Christopher and I were honest with him about our relationship, and took him skinny-dipping with us. I would give them both oral sex and let them play with me any way they wanted, as long as they kept my virginity intact. There was no jealousy, and the honesty only made our respect for one another grow stronger.
Donald and I fell in love and eventually married. Christopher was our best man, and took us to the airport for our honeymoon trip. Waiting for Donald had been worth it, and giving him my maidenhood gave me a special delight. He was so large that it was not easy at first, but soon I not only got used to it, but enjoyed it more than I had thought possible. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and I soon quit wearing underwear, because he had his hands under my clothes all the time, and I didn’t want anything in the way. We were perfect for each other, and the sex was fantastic.
When we got home, Christopher picked us up in his old pickup and we threw our gear in the back. I slid in beside him and gave him a long, loving kiss, right in front of Donald, and thanked him for his help in keeping me a virgin for such a special man. I knew it had not been easy, and I respected him for being of such strong character.
Upon graduating from college, Donald and I had bought a condo together, and Christopher moved in with us. On our first night back, our sex was somewhat restrained, because Christopher was in the next room, and we did not feel right about making any inappropriate noises. Finally, in frustration, we decided that he was just going to have to get used to it, and I called out to him and told him so. Christopher laughed and said not to worry about it, that hearing two people that he cared about so much enjoying themselves so obviously was a pleasure for him. I quickly discovered that sex is so much better when each partner is able to express his or her feelings with the appropriate sounds, and I am afraid I got pretty wild about it.
When we were through, Donald told me that he always knew that someday I was going to want to see what sex was like with Christopher, because I had openly admitted that I had loved him for years. He then suggested that I get on with it, with his blessing.
I walked naked into Christopher’s room and slid into bed with him, and for the next several hours Donald was the one doing the listening. Even with my pussy stretched from having just had sex with Donald, we still had a hard time getting Christopher’s huge cock inside me, but when it finally slid in, I couldn’t get my orgasms to quit. But it only got better from there. When he finally hit bottom, I had never felt anything like it. It seemed to be reaching almost to my neck. I didn’t know if I would ever walk again, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to be without a loving cock inside me, and for the rest of the night, between the two of them, I was full.
In the days that followed we seldom wore clothing around the house, and we tried every lovemaking position and combination we could dream up, including having them both in me at once, which took some getting used to, but which never failed to have me screaming with joy and coming over and over again. There was no jealousy among us, and no favoritism. Whichever one was there was the one I slept with, and when they were both there, as I say, it was heaven.
Christopher continued to work at the ranch with my mother when he had the time, and would often spend part of that time in bed with her. Then she and I would trade stories about his wonderful sexual prowess.
After a year or so Christopher met Terry, a lovely girl, and within a year they were married. She was brought into our sexual triangle, and fit right into our lifestyle. Terry is a slender but deliciously curvy girl, tall and very dark-skinned. She and Christopher built a lovely home right next door to ours, and the four of us are together often. I have discovered that I enjoy having sex with Terry, too, so now I have it all! Terry is actually a little more comfortable having sex with Donald than with Christopher, since Christopher is still a bit too large for her. But that is no problem, as both Donald and I are happy to trade off any time she wants to.
Recently Terry’s father came to visit. He is an attractive middle-aged widower, and I introduced him to my mother, who promptly seduced him. She tells me that while he is not as large as Christopher, he is still a remarkable lover, and she is only sorry that he lives so far away. Terry and I have launched a campaign to get him to move here. After all, I owe my mother a lot for having brought me up right.
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