Bobbies' Girls
By cs.unwin
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Precis: Bobbie, a dyke likes big girls. At work she meets Carole a plump straight woman and makes Carole her own.
Hope you enjoy. CS
I'd like to share with you a part of my life in the mid 90s, when I was in my early 40s. I had moved to Calgary Alberta from Toronto in Canada. I had run away from my old life and tried to start a new one out West.
I suppose my troubles began when I came out as a lesbian at the advanced age of 29. I had been a high achieving student in university and my interest in things mechanical led me to take a degree in Engineering. Of course I was one of only two or three women in each class in the faculty of Engineering but that was OK, I kept my head down and persevered.
On receiving my Professional Engineer credentials I managed to get a job with one of the biggest construction companies in the country. I was on a fast track for a while until I discovered I liked girls. At first this was no big deal, I could be a corporate engineer by day and in the evenings catch up on all the good sex I had missed in my teens and 20s. As I became more involved in the Lesbian community in the city and after some experimentation I discovered where I fit into the spectrum of LBGT at the time, and that was as a dyke.
What I mean is that I found that I needed to assume the dominant role in any sexual relationship I was in. It was not a big stretch to find I really liked looking the part. I began to choose clothing appropriate to a butch dyke (as we called ourselves in those days). I liked nothing better than to put on jeans, a leather jacket, boots and strap a dildo to my crotch, because it really felt good and you never knew when you needed it. I also didn't feel like wearing dresses any more, of which my employer took a very dim view. They decided they could continue building office towers without my help. We parted ways.
Around the same time my family were having serious reservations about my lifestyle choice and I fought with my parents a lot. And the icing on the cake was that my long-term girlfriend dumped me, because I wouldn't stop cheating on her.
I put the contents of my apartment into storage, packed what I needed in my Jeep Cherokee and hit the highway for parts west.
A word on the cheating thing, I suppose I've been promiscuous for as long as I can remember. It probably started in Grade school when I promised little Sally I would be her best friend forever and the next day turned around and told little Mary that I was her best friend.
When I was still dating men I had a pretty slutty reputation. Not so much one night stands but it didn't take more than a couple of dates for a guy to get into my pants. I liked sex then as I like sex now, and saw no reason why I shouldn't get as much as I wanted. When I began dating women I thought it might be different and I might get into the whole nesting thing; but no such luck. The main difference was that instead of guys coming on to me, I was coming on to girls. If I liked you I would fuck you, as simple as that.
In Calgary, after trying a couple of different things I ended up working as a cable installer. It was the kind of technical work I liked, and I could dress in work pants and wear a tool belt. Of course, most of my fellow installers were men, but I find that out west people are more open minded. If you can do the job then they will give you the benefit of the doubt. The city was growing by leaps and bounds so there was no shortage of work; and the pay was pretty good with as much overtime as I wanted.
Finally, in case you are interested (which I guess you probably are), here is what I looked like then: I'm 5' 8" tall, and at the time of this story weighed about 120lbs; I have a muscular body type, kind of slim but not exactly thin. Some have said I look like a coarser and heavier version of Liv Tyler, and I will go along with that - The Space Cowboys Liv Tyler, not the fairy queen from Lord of the Rings. In those days the `boi crewcut' style wasn't popular yet. I wore my wavy dark brown hair shoulder length and seldom styled. At work it was kept in a ponytail to stay out of the way and fit under my hardhat. My boob? Regular B cup with small to normal size nipples.
By way of introduction to the main part of the story I must confess I have always had a thing for chubby women. Not hugely fat, but I like a little meat on the bone. And apart from the physical attraction it's been my experience that most (but surely not all) overweight women have confidence issues. And because I have a very strong dominant personality I prefer pliable if not actually submissive women to play with. At this point in my life we are not really talking about D/S or BDSM, but that could be the subject of a later chapter.
Installing coax cable meant I spent a lot of my time going into private residences, often when the occupants were there. I did manage to hookup with more than a couple of women I met in their house, although never on the job. And that's how I met Carole Simpson whom most of this story is about.
Carole met me at the door of her home and I felt an instant attraction. She had a beautiful face, perfect features, straight blond hair nicely styled and she was about 5'5" and about 25lbs overweight. Most of that weight seemed to be concentrated in her beautiful large bottom and her huge breasts, at least F or FF size. She directed me to where she wanted the cable outlet placed and very kindly offered a cup of coffee.
"Let me get this installed and then I will like to take you up on the coffee," I told her.
I was ahead of schedule when I finished her job and joined her in the kitchen. We discussed the weather, which in Calgary is a popular topic, because it is often bad. Carole blushed slightly because I suppose I must have been staring at her breasts which probably gave away my sexual orientation (if she hadn't already had a good idea of by the way I dressed).
"I hope you don't think me rude," she said, "but do you mind my asking if you're a lesbian?"
I gave her my most winning smile and said: "yes I am! How could you tell?" She laughed at that and so did I and that broke the ice.
"What about you?" I asked her giving a slight wink.
"Oh no I'm married. Or at least I was until a couple of months ago. I'm in the process of divorcing."
"I'm sorry to hear that Carole." I said to her.
"Oh no you're not!" She said. "And I'm not. He was an asshole who left me for his much younger assistant. What a cliché! Don't you think Bobbie?"
"I think you're a nice person, and very pretty too. You deserve someone better." I said, and this time she definitely blushed. "Have you begun dating?"
"No, not really." Carole said and touched me on the arm as she did so. "Not officially. But it's amazing, the minute word gets out that you're splitting up all kinds of characters come out of the woodwork. A lot of them his friends. They've come around hoping for an easy lay. Why is it women who divorce are always considered `easy'. Men can be such assholes Bobbie."
"I'm afraid I haven't much experience in that area." I replied.
There was a brief silence during which I'm sure she caught me staring at her tits again. "So, Bobbie, are you in a relationship?" She asked.
"No, not at the moment." I said and then followed up with: "Carole have you ever thought about playing with the other team, for my team?"
"Oh! Bobbie are you making a pass at me?" She asked.
"If I was, would that be just a bad thing? You're very good-looking woman Carole." I told her. I knew I had her interested. I have dated quite a few straight women and I knew the signs. She paused for a moment and then said: "Hypothetically how would that work? I know very little about lesbians."
"First thing is we have to be careful. My company has very strict policies about socializing with customers. So, we didn't really have this conversation, understood?" Carole nodded her agreement.
"However, if I happened to leave my phone number here and you called me, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with us going for coffee. I think whatever comes next, we should get to know each other better, see if we can be friends. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, I think that would be a good way to go," she said. I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper and left it on the table and Carole showed me to the door.
"See you later," I said to her and she answered: "yes, thank you very much for your help."
I guessed Carole would wait two days to call me. It turned out to be three. We arranged to meet at a coffee shop in a local mall the following Saturday afternoon. It was a warm day and I wore straight-leg jeans, a t-shirt and cowboy boots. I thought about strapping for the occasion, which I would have if it were a normal date and I knew we'd be fucking by the end of it. I also thought about leaving my hair in the pony-tail I wear to work but on whim decided to put it up into a loose top knot. That and my braless nipples sticking out of my t-shirt toned down my appearance and made me look more feminine than usual. I still like to dress as a chick once in a while.
Carole was already sitting in a booth at the coffee shop when I arrived. She had obviously taken some care in getting ready and was wearing a low-cut knee length summer dress. It almost shouted: 'grab my tits.'
"Hi!" I said, leaned over and put my hand on the back of her head to kiss her very lightly on the mouth. `Take charge right away' is my rule of thumb.
Carole was surprised and flustered, and even more so when I told her how lovely she looked. We ordered coffee and chatted for a while. She told me she was originally from Manitoba but had been in Calgary since early in her marriage. She also told she had a 20-year-old daughter Wendy who still lived at home with her.
"How's your sex life been the last few years." I asked her.
"Nonexistent," she said.
"Did you ever cheat on your husband?" I asked.
"No, I didn't." She answered. And then there was an awkward silence.
"So, Bobbie, tell me how do you guys do it - fucking I mean? Do you use rubber penises and such?"
I laughed! "Yeah sometimes, if my partner likes it. The difference between men and women is men use only their penis. If we made love I'd use my whole body to make you cum and cum!"
"Wow, I see," she said.
"But," I said, "what I love the most is eating pussy."
"Oh!" She said and began to color visibly.
"Do you know what I find is the most exciting thing about starting a new relationship?"
"What?" She asked.
"Discovering how the woman tastes. Every cunt is different."
"Oh," she said, "I didn't know."
There was few moments of silence, and then I ma"de my pitch. I took one of her hands in mine and looked into her eyes. "Carole," I said, "I'm hugely attracted to you. Not surprising, you are a beautiful and desirable woman. I think we get along really well and I'd like to take our relationship a step further. Let's go back to my place, you can leave your car here and we can get it later." I said, stood up and pulled her to her feet and headed for the exit. Carole did not resist.
- I walked Carole to my car and paused for a moment and said: "are you sure you want to do this girl?"
"Why do you ask," she said. "I already said I would go back to your place. Is there something else?"
"No babe, I wanted to give you one last chance. Once we my place you're mine!"
"I like the sound of that,," Carole said. I took her in my arms and kissed her long and hard, ignoring the people staring at us in the lot. I broke off the kiss, opened the door for Carole, got in my car and drove off.
My apartment was located conveniently close to the mall and we were there in 10 minutes. It was small compared to Carole's house, but it has exactly what I needed - a kitchen with all the mod cons, a living room, a spare bedroom cum exercise room cum office, and my bedroom complete with a queen size bed which was made up of two mattresses, each on their own spring but combined in a single frame.
"Welcome to my place," I said and kissed her fiercely. At the same time, I put my hand under the hem of her dress and covered her whole crotch with it.
"Someone's really aroused tonight Carole," I said, "your panties are really wet. Sure you aren't really a lesbian in disguise?"
"Oh God Bobbie, I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's because I haven't had sex for so long but you really excite me." She said and started to loosen the belt on my jeans.
"Wait! I said pushing her hands away." "We do it my way, understand? Come in the bedroom Carole, I want to see your big fat titties. Show them to me girl."
She followed me into my bedroom where I put my arm around her waist and led her to my bed where I said: "Take your clothes off Carol.
"OK Bobbie," she answered, "please turn off the light."
"No, I said. "I want to see you just as you are! All of you!"
"Oh please, this is so embarrassing, turn them off," Carole said.
I just ignored her and since she hadn't moved I began to take off her clothes. First her dress and then her bra.
Bare, her tits were even more impressive looking - I had not ever seen anything to compare, except in pictures. Unsupported they hung down to her navel, but were not in any way flat, they hung like big ripe watermelons. Her nipples too were impressive. In my experience, women like her who have given birth and breastfed have the best nipples.
She didn't stop me when I pulled down her panties. Her shaved pussy gleamed with her arousal. I love fat girl's pussies, they are almost always nice and round and plump, just like little girls. I have yet to fuck a plumper who has dangly bits - you usually see that on skinny chicks like me.
I wrapped my arms around Carol and pushed her on the bed, positioning myself between her legs. I lowered my face towards her pussy and pushed on her fat thighs to open her wider. Her lips parted before my eyes and laid out for me was the dark pink of her insides, her pee hole, vagina and the cute little star shape of her sphincter.
As I moved my mouth closer to the prize I was seeking I blew it little and my warm breath on her cunt made her shiver.
"Are you comfortable Carol?" I asked her.
"Yeah Bobbie, please go down on me. The suspense is unbearable."
I lowered my face to her and gently kissed all around her open slit, teasing her, coming close to her center then retreating. She began to moan: "Bobbie - give me your tongue!"
This I did, gently licking the hood of her clitoris. At the same time, I slipped my index finger into her big slippery vagina, and moved it back and forth, fucking her. By this time, she was pouring cum which dribbled down her crack and lubricated her asshole. I used this to coat my thumb and without warning plunged it all the way into her anus. It instantly resulted in her first orgasm of the evening, the first of many.
I paused for a moment to remove my clothes, shucking my jeans and t-shirt but keeping on my boxer briefs.
I took my time eating her out, licking her pussy and all the sensitive bits around it and at the same time fucking her with one, two, or three fingers, giving her orgasm after orgasm. I licked her clit and inside her vagina while alternating one or two fingers into both front and back holes.
Finally, my tongue had gotten sore from licking so much; I moved up, straddled her belly and held on to her big tits. I kissed her and she said: "my God Bobbie, that was incredible! I've never felt like that before. You are so good! I could easily get used to this."
'Yeah, of course you could, you greedy cunt!' I thought to myself. 'Wait until you see the second act.'
"I'm so glad you liked it sweetie, I love licking your cunt. Now let's take care of my needs! I promise you will enjoy it. Turn over and get on your hands and knees."
As she did so I reached under my bed and pulled out a box I had stashed there. Inside was a large and very lifelike penis I had acquired for this occasion. It was flesh colored, a full 10 inches long, 2 inches in diameter and had a graceful curve upwards to where it ended with a realistic obscene looking bulbous head. Thick molded veins covered the shaft and the base was formed by a scrotum and two big testicles. The big cock attached to a pink triangle of material that was fastened to a solid looking black harness.
"Eyes forward, no peeking!" I said to Carole as I cinched the straps around my legs and waist. "Place your head down and your fat ass in the air."
Kneeling behind my chubby lover I had a great view of her fat cunt, lips partly open and dripping with cum. I inserted first one finger and then a second one into Carole's wet and slippery canal. And without pausing I began to thrust in and out like a piston, and my fingers went in easily. I added a third finger and then a fourth and Carole began to moan with pleasure.
Then I pushed my fingers together to form a sort of pyramid with my thumb tucked in behind and began to push this pyramid into Carole's vagina, greatly assisted by the copious amounts of discharge or woman cum she had inside. Slowly twisting as I got deeper, my whole hand eventually disappeared between Carole's legs. Now the fun begins, I thought as I made a fist of my hand and began to rhythmically thrust deep into her vagina right down to the uterus.
"Oh my God, Fuuuuck!" Carole said as the realization that I was fist fucking dawned on her. Carole arched her back and began to pant like a thirsty dog as one climax overwhelmed her, and another, and finally a third. By this time the bedspread was wet with her viscous discharge and Carole begged for a time out.
She tried to move forward and away from me but I grabbed on one of her big tits and pulled hard. "Ow!" She said, "please Bobbie that's too much."
"I'll tell you when it's too much Carole," I said. I pulled my fist out of her vagina, it came with a wet plopping sound. It had done its work, getting her ready for the next surprise which was hanging between my legs.
Carole was facing away from me. I went around in front of her and stood for a moment my huge cock dangling and swinging side to side. Her eyes had been closed; when she opened them, she saw me and the monster cock I was going to impale her with.
"You're going to have to get this ready woman!" I said. "Start sucking and cover my cock with your saliva."
A look of fear and horror crossed her face, but I ignored it. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and used it as a handle to keep her head steady while I fucked her mouth. I pushed my cock into her mouth until she gagged. I didn't expect it to go in very far, I did it mostly just for show.
"Come on woman, use your saliva and spit on it!" I said. She made a half-hearted attempt. I walked around to the other end of the bed, my huge cock dangling. It felt great, powerful.
My bed was low enough that with her face down and ass in the air, Carole's cunt was at exactly the right level. I placed the bulbous head against her pussy lips and slid it up and down to catch some of her copious cum. She moaned as it passed over her clit. Finally ready, I put the pink tip of the strap-on against Carole's hole and pushed forward. The first 4-5 inches slid in easily. I pulled back, grabbed a fleshy tit in each hand and pulled myself forward, hard.
"Bobbeeee!" She cried out. It was a cry of pleasure.
I fucked her doggy style and then turned her over, pushed her fat legs in the air and fucked her in the missionary position. I pounded her wet cunt until I was exhausted, and I think so was she. We were both covered in sweat and I climbed onto her, my cock still dangling between my legs.
"Oh Bobbie," she said. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was incredible. I think I'm falling in love with you."
I kissed her on the lips and let my hands slide over her fat folds. She sighed contentedly. I guess that saying is true: `Treat them mean and keep them keen...'
We fell asleep in each other arms. The following morning, we showered together and I told her to eat my pussy before we left to go to our separate jobs. She got between my legs immediately and gave me very good head.
"That's perfect Carole," I said to her. "I like you obedient. If you do what I say we'll get along fine."
"Yes Bobbie! I feel you've changed my life and I will do anything, I mean anything you want. Please just tell me what you want." She said.
"I want you obedient and eager to please me. So long as you do that I will love you. But I have to warn you Carole, I'm really not the monogamous type. I've tried it and it doesn't work for me. I will give you what you need when you need it. But you aren't and never will be the only one. Can you live with that?" I told her.
"Oh Bobbie!" She laughed. "You don't think I've already figured that out? Sure I'd like you all to myself, but wishing for something isn't the same as getting it. I'll gladly take whatever you can give me."
"Bobbie," she said, "now that we've figure that out, would you like to come to my house after work? You are welcome there any time. Tonight we can have dinner together and then you can sleep over. I love you so much Bobbie and I will do anything you want," she said and we parted to go to our respective jobs.
- I arrived at her place before she did that evening. Her daughter Wendy opened the door for me; Carole had warned her to expect me. Wendy was 20 and was a fairly plain looking girl with straight hair and thick glasses. She wasn't really a plumper but her tits were something to look at. I guess she inherited them from her mother.
I made small talk with Wendy and found out she had dropped out of school and was working at Starbucks. "I haven't figured out what to do with the rest of my life yet." She confessed.
Carole came home shortly after and went to her bedroom to change. I followed and made her bend over a chest of drawers, hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties. Standing behind I thrust two fingers into her wet cunt and began to finger fuck her, hard and rough. I'm sure the wet sucking and slapping noise produced could be heard all over the house. And probably her panting and moaning as well.
It didn't take long for Carole to climax. I knew she would be quick because that was the way she reacted when I fucked her roughly and treated like my personal toy. After she did cum I made her kneel in front of me and pull down my jeans and boxers and bury her face in my hairy cunt. She licked me enthusiastically from the front and then I turned around and made her lick me from the back, both my pussy and asshole."
Afterwards I took her in my arms, kissed her and told her how much I liked her and how important she was to me. "I love you so much Bobbie," she said to me.
From that day on. we spent a lot of time together, mostly at her place. We explored each other's bodies in every way possible. She couldn't get enough of me and she seemed to have an insatiable appetite for rough treatment. The harder and rougher I fucked her the more of me she wanted.
Carole's 20-year-old daughter Wendy always seemed to be around a lot. She didn't have much of a social life that I could see. I thought it must have come as a tremendous shock to Wendy to find her mother had suddenly become lesbian and had taken up with a very assertive butch like me. Also I was sure she could hear us having fairly aggressive sex in different places around the house. Perhaps it really turned her on because she began flirting shamelessly with me.
Wendy and I found ourselves frequently alone in the house because all three of us were working different hours. More than once I'd enter a room and find Wendy half or fully naked. "Oops!" She'd say but not really try to cover up. Then she began flashing her tits and pussy at me.
I was kind of amused because I was getting all the sex I could handle. If I said lick my cunt, her mother would drop to her knees and service me then and there.
I finally got tired of Wendy's teasing and arousing me so I confronted her. I said to her: "are you really trying to get me to fuck you Wendy?"
"Oh Bobbie," she said. "I can't help myself. I think about you all the time and I get so horny. I really want to make love with you."
"What about your mother, Wendy!" I said.
"I know it's wrong, I just want you so badly Bobbie," she said.
This was more than I could resist. I took her in my arms to kiss her and she responded with real passion. While we kissed I opened the gown she was wearing and found she had nothing underneath. I put my hand on her hairy crotch; her pussy was so warm and wet to my touch. While we kissed I rubbed her pussy and she pressed herself against my hand. I felt her body twitch as I put pressure against her clit. I wanted to feel inside her and thrust a finger into her wet and slippery vagina. She moaned and I followed up with a second and third and forcefully fucked her with them.
"Would you like to taste my cunt?" I asked her. "Yes Bobbie, please." She said.
I let her go and dropped my jeans and boxers and lowered myself to the nearest couch. I hadn't strapped that morning so there was nothing between my wet hairy pussy and her face as she fell to her knees and pushed her head between my legs. Wendy didn't hesitate to cover my wet slit with her mouth and begin licking me.
I really like the feeling of fucking a woman with my fingers or my strap-on. It's a feeling of power and control I find unbeatable. But getting good head is a close second. I love to watch a woman's head bob between my legs and to feel her hot tongue on my clit and in my vagina. Wendy did a nice job and helped me cum several times.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I said to her after she caught her breath. "Let's do it in the bedroom, I've got a nice cock in there I can use."
"OK," Wendy said with a smile. I think she liked the idea of being fucked in her mother's bed.
We went into the bedroom where I took off the rest of my clothes and put on the harness to a strap-on I kept there. It was a flesh colored 6 inch cock that was 11/4 inches in diameter. While I was putting it on Wendy knelt on her mother's bed, put her lips on one of my boobs and began sucking on my nipple.
When I had cinched on the straps I got her to kneel on the bed so I could do her doggy style. I wanted to play with her magnificent tits while I was fucking her. Wendy was already so wet I didn't need any lube. My cock easily slid between her lips and into her wet hole. Wendy pushed back eagerly on me and I caught her swinging tits to pull her back and onto me. I fucked her doggie style and then turned her over and did it missionary position, more slowly and with lots of kissing.
Afterwards we lay naked in each other's arms. She said to me: "you know Bobbie I'm not that experienced; only a few boyfriends and I've never had a girl before. I've never before cum like I just did. Does that mean I'm lesbian?"
"Wendy, sweetheart," I said to her. "I don't think it's a fair comparison. Teenage boys are notoriously lousy at fucking and I'm really good, if I may say so myself," I told her, chuckling. "At your age you should experiment as much as you can before deciding."
"I want to experiment lots with you!" She said to me.
"Maybe," I answered. "Let's make sure your mother doesn't find out, I think she would be hurt."
By the time Carole got home later that night I was horny again. I got her to bed as soon as I could and this time I sat on her face, backwards. That way I could lean over and play with her tits and her pussy, and she could easily lick my asshole.
I wasn't spending much time at my own place because when Carol was home I was fucking her and when she wasn't I was enjoying her daughter. I felt a little guilty about it but not that much.
- Carole's mother Alison was a regular at the house. She didn't live too far away and came to pitch in with the housework while Carole was at work. Alison was probably in her early 50s and looked very good for her age. It was pretty obvious where Carole and Wendy got their boobs from, Alison's were large and heavy.
I felt some initial hostility from her when Carol and I first started sleeping together. Her generation was not as used to same sex coupling as her daughter or granddaughter were. Because she had her own key to the house Alison would show up at random times and unexpectedly. If I was with Carole I didn't mind if Alison walked in on us. But when I started fucking Wendy, I knew we had to be careful.
Despite our taking precautions, the inevitable happened and Alison walked into the living room one day while I was sitting on the couch with my pants around my ankles and Wendy on her knees with her face in my pussy. I could see her expression change to surprise when she saw us. But Alison didn't say a word. She immediately turned around and walked out the door. I didn't tell Wendy about this but for the next couple of days I waited for Alison to drop the bombshell on her daughter.
It never happened! Instead Alison came by a couple of days later while I was alone in the house. "Bobbie, I need to talk to you," she said, and we went into the living room and sat down next to each other.
I waited for her to speak, but she obviously had some difficulty putting together the words. "Bobbie," she said. "You know I'm from a different generation and we had different ideas about men and women and sex." I nodded and let her continue. "You know in my 30 years of marriage my late husband never once went down on me. He never once put his mouth on my pussy."
Wow! I thought. This wasn't going the way I thought it would.
"When you and Carole got together I was disgusted at first. Later I became intrigued. But when I walked in on Wendy licking your pussy I became aroused. So aroused I went straight home and masturbated. And I had the most powerful orgasm I had in years." ` "I guess what I'm saying... or rather asking Bobbie, is would you consider making love to me. I know I'm not a teenager, and I wouldn't want to threaten you in any way, but could you do this for me?"
"Alison," I said to her, there is no need to threaten me. "You're a beautiful woman and I'd love to fuck you, if that's what you want."
"Oh yes Bobbie," she said. "Please fuck me!"
I didn't answer her. I just took her by the hand and led her to Carole's bedroom where I stood in front of her and let my hands wander over her body. Only a slight thickening of her waist marred her otherwise hourglass figure. I hefted her breasts which were encased in a strong bra and put my hand behind her head and pulled her face to mine. While I kissed her, I let my hand slip under her skirt to feel her nylon panty-covered bottom. Her kissing became more intense when I did this and more animated still when my fingers crept under the elastic leg band, found the moist furrow between her pussy lips and entered her.
"Get undressed for me Alison," I said to her and she moved quickly to shed her clothing. I watched her eagerly, like a child watching a present being unwrapped.
When she was naked I put my hands on her bottom and lifted her; she wrapped her legs around my waist so that on the bed I ended up on top of her, my waist pressed against her bare pussy. I took my time, caressing her sagging breasts and parting her hairy pussy lips so I could look at the treasure in between. Then I planted my lips on her pussy lips and began to slowly lick up and down, gently flicking the hood of her clit with my tongue.
Alison began moaning while I did this and continued while I thoroughly licked her entire pussy and pushed the tip of my tongue into the entrance to her vagina.
Alison had at least three orgasms while I covered her sex with my tongue and her juices flowed freely. After this I strapped on my dildo and fucked her wet pussy in the missionary while she climaxed at least twice. We lay in bed for a few moments and she then insisted on returning the favor.
"I always wondered what another woman's cunt would taste like," she said before she went down on me and did a credible job helping me climax.
"Thank you Bobbie," she said. "You've given an old woman great pleasure. I'm so grateful."
"The pleasure was mine Alison." I told her. "You're a fantastic lover and I'll fuck you again any time you like."
"Oh!" She said. "I would like that, but I think we...or rather you Bobbie, have a little problem. I know about you and Wendy, and you and Carole of course. Wendy knows about Carole, but nothing about me. And Carole knows nothing about you fucking her mother or her daughter. That's not really fair to Carole and I don't think it's right to keep going behind her back."
Alison wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know and in truth I had become uncomfortable with the situation. But I just loved having all three women and I didn't want to give them up without a fight. I gave the matter a good deal of thought and came up with plan and decided to execute it.
I shared my plan first with Alison. She thought it sounded a bit risky but agreed to go along with it. First I had to have a talk with Wendy and get her agreement.
"Wendy," I said one day after we had made love. "How do you feel about me? I know you like me, but if it were possible would you like to be my girlfriend?"
"Oh Bobbie. I can only dream about it. I've fallen in love with you and I want to be with you forever. But I know it would break Mom's heart and you won't do that. You can't leave her." She said.
"I have a confession to make to you Wendy. But first I want to say I care for you deeply and if it were possible I want us to be together."
"Oh Bobbie!" She said and put her arms around me.
"My confession is that I've started sleeping with Alison, your grandmother. I really care about her and it's a wonderful thing for both of us."
"Oh my God!" Wendy said. "You're fucking Alison too? Honestly I don't know what to think about that."
"I hope you can accept it. I don't want to stop loving her and I don't want to stop loving you either."
"What about Mom? Does she know?" Wendy said.
"Not yet. I'm going to have to tell her." I said.
Wendy then said something that really surprised me because she demonstrated maturity and kindness I wouldn't have thought her capable of, at her young age. "Bobbie, I think we're in this situation partly because you can't keep your pants closed. But also because there is genuine love between us. I love you, Mom loves you, and I'm sure Alison loves you too. And if you love us back I think that's a wonderful thing and should be celebrated. Why can't we find a way to all love each other?" She said. "The only way is for all of us to get together and be honest and open with each other, you, me, Alison and mom."
When I told Alison what Wendy had suggested she agreed, and agreed to arrange with Carole that we'd all get together to discuss this openly.
We did so a couple of days later. Carole was quite shocked to discover I had been fucking her daughter and her mother. But I think she was more upset with them than me. Of me she expected it. For Alison and Wendy she felt a sense of betrayal. There was some shouting and recrimination but I just kept out of it while the women of the family argued with each other. After Carole had vented her anger I went to her and hugged her tightly. Alison and Wendy did the same.
It was Alison, with her age and wisdom who defused the situation. Look Carole, she said. "I'm sorry if you have been hurt, but no one intended it. We have just followed our feelings and our desires. I think we have a great opportunity to start a new kind of family, with a foundation built on love. I think we should all live together as a non-traditional family, sharing our love for each other openly." Alison said.
Surprisingly, Carole agreed. We moved in together, and our home became a haven for our unconventional family. We shared our lives, our love, and our desires, and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced.