Lewd Futanari Succubus Ch. 39

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Lewd Futanari Succubus Ch. 39

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Synopsis: An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

Erotic fiction that contains: Futanari/Dickgirls, Genderbending, Futa on Female, BDSM, Nymphos, Masochistic characters, Threesomes, Orgies, Facefuck, Deepthroat, Dom/Sub, Taken by Monsters, Corruption, Game elements, Lots of Depravity, etc.

As Beatrice came to in a heap of cum-drenched, naked female bodies, she vaguely recalled system notifications flashing before her eyes one after another. Level ups, Arousal Points, Skill Points, typical notifications in semi-translucent blue boxes that she got used to seeing. In her crazed state, the succubus disregarded those completely. Everything was kind of a blur by the end of her sexcapade.

Beatrice would not have even been surprised if it turned out that she had dreamt of giving Tabitha and Olivia dicks to fuck Ember with and joining them after impregnating a fox girl. But the fox girl was sleeping naked on the bed, just like Beatrice left her. And Tabitha, Olivia, and Ember were lying naked next to her, passed out from cumming so many times.

No wonder! Beatrice thought, recalling just how much cum Olivia and Tabitha ended up unleashing during their time with their temporary dicks. A Skill Point well spent! The enhancement of her [Dick Growing] skill was most certainly worth it, Beatrice thought with a smile as she recalled Olivia and Tabitha fucking each other, Ember, cumming from getting fucked…

Beatrice looked at Olivia, at Tabitha. They slept so peacefully. Their breathing was calm, nothing like they were just a little while ago. Their cocks were also finally gone–

Ah! Finally!? Beatrice had just remembered something. She double-checked the description of her [Dick Growing (+1)] Skill, barely believing what she read.

Skill Enhancement: Dick Growing (+1)

Rank: C

Type: Eros Craft / Active

Cost: 60 Stamina

Cooldown: 30 minutes

Description: Grows a single dick on a single target. The dick is fully functioning but lasts only up to 20 minutes. or until the first climax. Cannot cast on self.

Requires direct skin contact between the Succubus and the target.

Minimum Requirements:

Character level: 8

Skill Points in Eros Craft: 14

The dick-growing effect was supposed to last only 20 minutes!

That was 20 minutes!? Beatrice’s jaw nearly fell to the floor in shock. She vaguely recalled when she cast her first [Dick Growing (+1)] spell on Olivia, before refreshing its cooldown to use it on Tabitha too. That was before Rafaelia! Beatrice felt like she had spent days fucking non-stop, emptying her non-existent ballsack into everything that moved in the room, including herself by the end of it.

Still, it wasn’t like Beatrice was complaining. She glanced at the window, confirming that–though the evening was setting in as the sun slowly set, threatening to disappear behind the city walls at any moment–it was nowhere near dark yet. Which meant Beatrice had plenty of time to get to the fights that she planned to participate in. Forge of Champions, was it? Beatrice recalled that the fights are supposed to take place after sunset.

And I did level up, didn’t I? Beatrice thought and brought up her information tab.

Information

Name Beatrice

Age 18

Class Succubus

Level 17 (1%)

Health Points 430/430 (+0.84/sec)

Arousal Points 0.5 /266 (+0.01/sec)

Stamina Points 140/180 (+0.45/sec)

Physical Attack 16

Physical Defense 12

Magic Attack 18

Magic Defense 18

Speed 12

A quick check of her Arousal Points confirmed that they did not go into the negatives. Otherwise, after cumming so many times, Beatrice figured she’d be in triple-digit-negative by now. Still, with 266 Points regenerating at 0.01 per second, Beatrice had over seven hours before she reached the cap and got really desperate for sex. Which was not even comparable to the half of an hour she started out with. Then again, not reaching the Arousal Point cap did not seem to stop Beatrice from fucking silly anyway.

So many levels just through sex… Not a bad way to level up. Despite participating in several fights, Beatrice reliably leveled from fighting only one time, when she ended up dealing with four scumbags. Even during her last fight with Steve, she leveled up after the fight, after several “healing” sessions.

Beatrice counted back, trying to recall all the times she leveled since her fight with Steve. She remembered getting Level 13 after her last, quick threesome in the woods, then a level in the alley, another level here, and… By the looks of it, two more levels now.

Even with five more levels, it doesn’t feel nearly enough to make a big difference.

Beatrice Konya travesti looked at how the leveling had impacted her combat stats and while Health, Arousal Points, and Stamina Points all continued to rise consistently (with a big help from [Arousal Pool (+2)] Enhancements), her combat stats looked not only unimpressive but also wrong, from how Beatrice remembered them. Beatrice was convinced they were higher before. And my health also grew by 20 Points per level, so why is it–Oh, right, the items! Beatrice remembered that she was completely naked apart from her Choker of a Phyx. Maybe if I get some proper armor to boost my fighting performance, until I get strong enough to not require it…

Even though Beatrice was able to incapacitate Steve with her [Daze] Skill, she could not finish him off in time. And if Steve somehow got a way to counter her low-level Mischief Skill… Beatrice felt completely outclassed in terms of pure raw power when she, Ember, and Olivia took on one of Belmot’s henchmen. I need more power!

But first, I need to clean up, Beatrice thought, feeling how sticky she was, and started praying that this dark, medieval fantasy world had a shower with hot water.

_

Perhaps, Beatrice should not have been surprised when she found a door in their room that led to a bathroom with a shower in it. After all, what kind of wish-fulfillment world would not have ways for a sex-seeking succubus to clean herself up after an indulgent foursome?

A tiny room, with little more than a toilet and a small space with uninspired curtains that separated the tiled shower space from the rest of the bathroom. However, Beatrice was surprised even more pleasantly when she turned the red metal shower knob and felt the heat from the hot water pouring from the shower head that made the room quickly fill with steam.

Beatrice wondered what made this instant supply of hot water a reality. Was it some powered heating that used wood, gas, or coal, or was it instead several water and fire elemental magicians that were slaving away in some dungeon to provide some basic necessities for the city? How many magicians would it take to provide for a city of this size? Maybe not as much as Beatrice would imagine. Maybe it was only some select few districts or buildings that had the privilege of hot water and pipes for it to flow through?

However, in hindsight, it made sense that this city would have ways for the inhabitants to properly shower and clean themselves. Otherwise, the carefree sex would quickly become disgusting if every person in the city reeked of semen, shit, and piss. Recalling her encounter in an alley, Beatrice should have noticed how strange it was strange for her to not notice any foul smells from the girls or the alley itself. Or from the citizens they passed as they walked through the depraved, free-for-all streets of Klapsus.

Beatrice washed her naked body under a pleasant stream of warm water, enjoying a different kind of heat as she spread the liquid soap across her skin. The soap foamed easily under the stream of water, and Beatrice realized that, for some reason, the soap smelled of peaches. Beatrice couldn’t help but feel odd that the city had had a supply of alcohol, soap, and hot water would still have to resort to unwitting cannibalism for survival.

“Hey!” Beatrice heard Ember’s voice behind her. The succubus turned around and saw her naked bodyguard move the yellowish curtains and step into the shower space to also wash her body.

“I must say, you might end up impressing me,” Ember said as she took the soap and applied it to her own enticing body that she submitted to cock and tail mere minutes ago. “Your powers are growing with a speed I have not witnessed yet.”

“How do you view my chances in those Forge of Champions you’ve mentioned?” Beatrice asked.

“If you’re hoping to get by on just your sexual prowess… It might be enough for you to get through the fodder, but I do hope you develop your combat potential just as quickly as you do your sexual one,” Ember said.

“Tell me more about this ‘Forge of Champions’,” Beatrice said to Ember while calmly finishing washing the soap off her body. After so much sex, the succubus was able to remain calm even in the presence of such a hot young woman, that just a week ago she would only dream of simply viewing naked, let alone fucking. At least for now, the succubus was able to concentrate on her next goal. And as eager as Beatrice was to test and grow her combat abilities, as confident as she was in her chances in dealing with nearly any challenge that was thrown at her in this world, Beatrice still wanted to know what exactly she was getting into.

“What is even there to say?” Ember said, pausing for a moment. With an expression and tone of voice as nonchalant as one would have when describing the rules of a poker game, the redhead said, “It is simply another way for the city Konya travestileri to get rid of over-eager, over-confident idiots that are desperate for cheap fame and glory. Countless faceless S.E.C.R.E.T. guild failures, those that wish to prove something and rise in status above a no-name, forgettable, dismissible peasant that no one would even notice disappearing or outright suicidal fools, they all enter the competition, where only a single champion is crowned.”

“Fights to the death, then?” Beatrice asked.

“They often end up as such, even though it is not a requirement,” Ember said. “But there has never been a single Champion that had not drenched his or her hands in blood. Weakness is easily abused there.”

“I’m guessing, but I assume that–just like with many other things in this city–the royalty turn a blind eye to this?” Beatrice asked.

“Of course!” Ember confirmed, happy that Beatrice caught on so easily. “True, that these types of fights are not technically legal, and most certainly they would be unheard of in better times. But now? Some genuinely believe that a true Champion can be born in that arena. At least that is what most pretend to believe.”

“And where are those ‘Champions’ now?” Beatrice asked.

“Dead or vanished without a trace,” Ember answered.

_

“We’ll need to get you some proper armor,” Ember said while she and Beatrice got dressed after their shower.

“Ah!? Shopping!? With Beatrice!?” Tabitha sprung back to life, elbowing Olivia in the face by accident.

“Ow! The hell!?” Olivia cursed from the rude awakening, trying to figure out just what exactly happened.

“Shopping?” Beatrice raised an eyebrow. The succubus could no imagine walking into a shop to buy some armor like she would to go buy a loaf of bread. And considering that even buying a loaf of bread seemed to pose a challenge in this city, she couldn’t help but ask, “Does such a thing as ‘shopping’ even exist here?”

“For those that know where to look, and have something of value to offer,” Ember said. “And no-these two are not coming.”

“Aw! Why not!?” Tabitha pouted.

“Because if you had two brain cells to put together, you’d be able to figure out that under these conditions nobody is allowed to just sell or buy armor and weapons that are actually good,” Ember said. “Which you should have known anyway if you were capable of thinking of anything other than cocks.”

“Like you thought of mine earlier?” Tabitha asked.

“… I’m not endangering my contacts by bringing more people than necessary,” Ember insisted. “Nor am I waiting for you two to get into a presentable state.”

“Oh, I can go like this, no problem!” Tabitha said cheerfully.

“And that’s the problem,” Ember said. “Olivia, it looks like you know where the games will be held, right?”

“Yes,” Olivia confirmed without much joy, rubbing her bruised cheek.

“We’ll be there at sunset,” Ember said. “Whether you come or not is up to you. But unless you plan to go there as free entertainment, I suggest you get cleaned first.”

“I don’t need reminders to cleanse my body after sex with you,” Olivia said.

“Cute,” Ember said flatly and went toward the door.

Beatrice appreciated Ember’s haste but did not immediately follow the redhead out of the room. Instead, Beatrice looked to the bed where Rafaelia was still sleeping. Beatrice did not want to wake up the fox girl after such an intense intercourse and asked, “Does anyone have anything to write with?”

“I can burn a note if you want to,” Ember said and lit a small fire on her finger.

“I can carve one,” Olivia said as she looked around to locate her belongings.

“N-no, that’s fine,” Beatrice said, having no intention of leaving such a barbaric message behind. “I’ll ask downstairs… Will you two be coming to this Forge of Champions?”

“Of course!” Tabitha said. “But can’t I come with you now?”

“Ember is right on this one–the quicker we are the better,” Beatrice said. “Meet us there, and don’t get into trouble!”

“Alright,” Tabitha said with a sullen voice and posture.

Olivia was obviously hesitant in giving her reply. Seeing this, Beatrice added, “You don’t have to come. I have no illusions that this is a dangerous endeavor for many reasons.”

“Yes, she’s better off staying here and babysitting the kitty,” Ember said with a smile.

“I’ll be there,” Olivia said, rising to the challenge.

“Good! See you soon, then,” Beatrice said and walked out of the room together with Ember.

“Ember, would Belmot’s men be there?” Beatrice asked Ember as they walked down the hall toward the stairs. “As the supposed upholders of the law and order, they shouldn’t even show their faces at such illegal games, correct?”

“Correct,” Ember confirmed. “With that said, it would be foolish to even assume that they are not well informed about what happens there, especially concerning Travesti konya potential strong fighters.”

“The better I perform, the bigger the target on my back,” Beatrice concluded. “That much is to be expected.”

“True, but also do not think of yourself too highly just yet,” Ember said. “It’s not like you’re the first one to get into a fight with the grunts of the Purple Capes. Your little fox friend murdered three of them shortly before you and Olivia sprung into action, and that’s also not even close to an exception. They have a lot to deal with, so their first priority will not be to talk with every spy and informant on their payroll in the entire city to be on the lookout for three non-descript young women that beat up six armed men.”

“They won’t mention that part,” Beatrice assumed.

“Which keeps them from increasing the priority on this, for now,” Ember pointed out. “And as for the Forge of Champions, it will take several dominant victories before anyone even cares to remember your name for longer than a minute. And to that end, it’s the reason why we need to change up your appearance for when you start piling up victories.”

Beatrice smiled, glad to have such a capable bodyguard at her side, and said, “You really put a lot of thought into my earlier little desire for some combat experience.”

“Not really,” Ember shrugged. “Basic logic and deductive reasoning can only be impressive when compared to those two sluts who are barely capable of more complex thoughts than animals.”

Beatrice shook her head, getting used to the idea that it will take a lot more than half an hour of wild sex to impress Ember.

_

The common room was as lively as Beatrice left it. It might have even gotten more crowded, despite Y’Shtara’s best efforts to reduce the number of her particularly lewd and misbehaving patrons. Well, Beatrice understood that in this city there were very few non-lewd citizens, but in the Wholesome Inn, they had to at least pretend to be able to keep it in their pants.

“We don’t really have time to stop for a drink,” Ember said to Beatrice when the succubus stopped after only a few steps away from the stairs. “And I didn’t think of you as someone who’d need to bolster their courage before a fight–“

“It’s not that,” Beatrice said as she scanned the room for the owners of the inn.

Through the disorderly movements of a noisy, busy, drunken crowd, Beatrice was able to locate Y’Shlata, Y’Shtara’s little sister, the small-framed, but big-breasted cat girl in a barmaid’s outfit. The succubus moved swiftly through the crowd toward her target, which caused her to rub her big breasts several times against random drunken beastkin as she squeezed past them. None of them dared to comment or complain. Which Beatrice took as either them being too drunk to notice or having the fear of a certain cat girl put in them.

“Something to write with?” Y’Shlata repeated with a surprise, unsure if she heard the giant-tittied vagabond’s request correctly “You mean you actually know how to write?”

“Of course!” Beatrice said as three thoughts flashed through her mind:

One, it had completely slipped her mind that illiteracy might be an issue in this city, in fact, she should have assumed as much until proved otherwise. And even if she left a written message, there was no reason to think that a commoner like Rafaelia would be able to read it. If anything, it was more impressive that Beatrice had come across at least two literate companions in Ember and Olivia, who did not deny their ability to write;

Two, Beatrice instantly realized that she had no reason to think that she could actually write in the language this world. Though she was able to communicate verbally and all her system information was written in plain English for her benefit, she was simply taking for granted that there would be no differences when it came to putting words on paper. For all she knew, the goddess Luluna simply gave her the means to understand the tongue of this world, figuring that a degenerate pervert would not even think of picking up a pen when there was so much sex to be had.

And Beatrice’s third realization was that–despite her beauty–she indeed must have looked like the poorest of the poor in the ragged old cloak that she used to cover her body. And while that worked fine to conceal her “assets”, it also made for poor first impressions, and it was about time to address this issue with a change of wardrobe.

“Very well, I should still have some ink and paper here,” Y’Shtala said as she bent behind her counter and searched through the lower shelves for the desired items. “Ah! Here you go!”

Y’Shtala passed over the counter a sheet of yellowish paper, a feather, and a stained bottle of black ink to Beatrice.

Here goes nothing! Beatrice thought as she sunk the quill into the ink and started writing with a feather quill for the first time in her life.

“I might be a little rusty,” Beatrice said with embarrassment at her own handwriting when she saw how horribly smeared and uneven her letters ended up. Forget the quill, when was the last time Beatrice held a pen other than signing consent forms in a hospital with a trembling hand?

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All in the Family Ch. 01

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They say when you wed; you also marry your wife’s family. I didn’t mind being considered part of Lisa’s family, in fact I loved it. The challenge was dealing with the open and sensual atmosphere her family promoted. It would not be an overstatement to say that they changed my sexual life.

Lisa and I met after college while we both were working in a web design firm. She’s a designer, and I’m in client services. We became work buddies, slowly morphing into dating. A year later we decided to marry. Lisa’s family embraced me. Being Italian, they wore their emotions openly. My white, Protestant family was small and introverted. The wedding was hysterical. My parents, I’m an only child of only child parents, behaved like they were wearing meat-scented cologne while being surrounded by a tribe of cannibals. They barely left their table.

Lisa’s family was dancing, singing and drinking—a lot of drinking. There were more aunts, uncles, cousins and godparents than I could count or remember. Narda, my new sister-in-law, dragged me to the dance floor, and wouldn’t let me leave. When the DJ started a song that usually required grinding, I started to make my way off the floor.

“Hold on, Wright,” she said. “You can’t leave me alone.” As we danced Narda backed her butt into my crotch, and didn’t hold back on grinding. I did everything I could to fight off an erection. I was three-quarters there when the music stopped. I prayed my suit coat blocked the obvious bulge in my pants.

I sat next to Lisa. She kissed me and said, “Narda loves to dance. She looks so freaking hot out there.” I looked at her and she grinned. She slid her hand onto my lap, letting the tablecloth cover her motion.

“Ooh, I see you agree.”

“Lisa, I didn’t mean for anything to happen.”

“Chill, Wright. It’s only natural. I’m sure if I had a dick it would be hard all the time, especially if an ass like hers was parked on it. Besides you’re part of the family now, and that includes Narda. You’ll get used to it.”

The rest of the wedding celebration went along without further dancing with Narda. I did dance with Lisa’s mother, Maria. She was an older version of my wife. She looked years younger than her age, and bubbled with an energy that infected everyone around her. I never felt so much love. Looking at my parents huddled together, I knew that I wanted the Cantafio’s to be my new family.

After the reception we went to Lisa’s parent’s house. The reception continued, but now everyone had changed out of formal clothes to relax in garb appropriate for the hot July weather. Lisa’s mom and her mom’s sisters put out a spread of Italian food that could have fed half of New Jersey. Lisa and I hardly ate at the wedding because we were so busy with pictures, visiting, cutting the cake, and all the other formalities. Sitting on a swing with plates on our laps, we relaxed for the first time in nearly a month.

Narda came over carrying a bucket of cold beers. She was wearing short shorts and a yellow tank top. In any attire, Narda looked sexy. Tonight, with a fine coating of sweat collecting at the neck of her top, and her nipples pushing against the thin fabric, she oozed sensuality.

“Having a good time?” Narda asked as she handed us two beers.

“Definitely,” I said, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her nipples.

Lisa snorted, “I guess you are, too, judging by those freaking bullets in your shirt.”

Narda looked down, and laughed. She pulled each nipple and said, “God, weddings always make me horny for some reason. Maybe it’s imaging the bride and groom ripping each other’s clothes off, and screwing like dogs.”

I laughed and Lisa barked. That broke the three of us up. I was in awe of how easily this family talked about sex. Late that night, we left for our honeymoon at her parents’ beach house. It was only an hour away. They gave it to us for two weeks, but said expect some company in the second week. The way her mother explained it was priceless.

“You’ve been living together for a while. So screw your brains out the first week, and then you’ll be happy for some company the second week.”

Although Lisa and I had lived together for three months, we took her mother’s advice acting like newlyweds during the first week. Rarely dressing or even getting out of bed, we made love at a frenetic pace. By the Saturday following the wedding, we both were sore, and agreed to a one-day cooling off period.

We were lounging around the house when we heard tapping at the door. Narda was standing outside. Lisa, still naked, screamed and ran to greet her sister. I quickly pulled a pillow from the couch and held it strategically in front of me. After hugging Lisa, she brought her bag in to drop it in an empty bedroom. I backed out of the room toward our bedroom.

“No hugs for your sister-in-law?” Lisa asked.

“In a moment, absolutely.”

“You take the fun out of things, Wright.”

I continued to back away until I could close the door to our bedroom. I dropped the pillow and noticed the dark spot created by my seeping erection. I pulled bursa eve gelen eskort bayan on briefs to try to keep it pinned in place, and added baggy shorts and a tee shirt.

Lisa, now draped in a loose sundress, and Narda were in the kitchen opening beers. Narda gave me a big hug. I tried to just embrace her with the top of my body, but she pulled me close to full body contact.

“So, have you been fucking the shit out of my baby sister? And with what I’m feeling, I’m becoming the most jealous woman on earth.”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. Thankfully I had returned to close to normal, although it felt thick and ready to spring up at any second.

“Well, you better be taking care of her,” she added with a laugh.

“Well, the truth is,” said Lisa, “this is one of the few times we’ve even put on clothes. And, I am really sore.”

Narda’s eyes lit up and she offered a high five to her sister. “Hey, you didn’t have to put clothes on just for me. After what I felt with Wright at the wedding, it could have been a pleasant sight. And, I envy your soreness.”

I know I blushed. Lisa was used to the bawdy nature of her sister. I had come to learn that the whole family loved earthy language along with sexually charged conversations. It wasn’t what I knew growing up, but I understood that they meant no harm by it. They just enjoyed life and had few inhibitions.

Lisa laughed. “I can tell you what you probably felt at the wedding was twice that size this week. My man out did himself.”

“Well, then let’s toast to big cocks that keep on working,” said Narda.

Lisa raised her bottle and the two of them drank their beers.

Narda was born Leonarda. Their dad is Leonardo. Their parents had been trying for years to have a baby. When their mother finally became pregnant, their father was sure their baby would be a boy. It was a family tradition to name the first born male after the father. When a little girl appeared, Leonardo was conflicted. He and Maria discussed it, and decided that they may never have another child, so Leonarda was christened. To their surprise and delight, a year later Elizabeth joined the family. Her birth was more difficult than Narda’s, so the Cantafio’s ended up with two beautiful girls.

After finishing the beers, the girls decided that beach time had arrived. Narda went to her room and Lisa and I to ours. As we stripped, I had a growing desire to not leave the bedroom. Lisa looked at my growing desire and said, “Put it away. I really need a break, and I don’t want Narda lurking outside our door listening.”

“Would she do that?”

Lisa laughed as she fastened the top of her bikini. “Hell, I know I would. And, don’t let her see that thing in its present condition.”

“Not that I planned to do so, but why?”

“God, she’d be all over it in a second.” Lisa looked at my erection. “Hell, what woman wouldn’t?” She bent and gave it a nice kiss on the tip.

I pulled on my baggiest bathing suit and the three of us walked to the beach. Arriving we picked a spot on the sand, the women pulled off their cover-ups. Although Narda was older, her body was the fitter of the two. She ran and did yoga. Lisa was not a big fan of exercise and her shape was softer. This is not to imply that she’s heavy. I love Lisa’s figure and demonstrated that point repeatedly during the last week.

Looking at the two bikini-clad women lying alongside of each other, I made silent comparisons. Lisa’s breasts were definitely larger, both in how they pushed out against her top and in their roundness. Narda’s small breasts showed almost no cleavage. Narda’s waist was tight, with the slightest hint of a six pack. Her long legs evidenced the result of her exercise in shape and muscle tone. She was about three inches taller than Lisa. Even without shoes she came close to seeing eye-to-eye with me at around five-ten.

Narda’s suit bottom was relatively modest. I noticed she had a tight rear end with enough of a bubble to take her out of the “boy butt” category.

I felt guilty mentally evaluating my sister-in-law’s body. I turned my attention back to my wife. Lisa is pretty. The first thing I had ever noticed about her was her eyes. They are deep brown. Her thick dark eyebrows gave her a mysterious, intense look. Her olive-toned skin easily darkens in the sun. With a broad smile showing white teeth, Lisa’s face draws my full attention. Her ample breasts are lots of fun to play with. Funny I was never a “big breast” guy, but I find that Lisa’s turn me on. Her middle is soft and she has a slight muffin top in her tiny bikini bottom. She’s wearing a new bikini, bought for our honeymoon. It is quite narrow in the front and sports only a thin strip in the back. It showcases her hips and full butt. Being shorter than her sister, her legs are not as long or toned.

“New suit, Lisa?” asked Narda.

“Yep. Got it just for this week.”

“Sexy,” Narda said. “Looks like you must have done some serious grooming to fit into it. As I recall you used to have bursa eskort bayanlar quite the garden.”

Lisa laughed. “That was years ago and you know it. I’ve been keeping it trimmed for a while.”

“And now?” Narda asked.

Lisa blushed. “Went all the way.”

“You like that Wright? Finding it bare and smooth turns you on?”

I knew Narda was baiting me. She loved to tease and embarrass both of us if she could.

“Narda, it’s fantastic. Especially when I’m going down on Lisa. It’s heaven.”

Lisa shrieked and threw a towel at me. “Wright, really. That’s too personal.”

“You know that’s what she was driving at,” I said and looked directly at my sister-in-law. “and, it’s the truth.”

Narda laughed and slapped my leg. “So, Wright, did you return the favor?”

“Huh?”

“Did you clean yourself up as well?”

“Uh, no,” I stammered. “Guys don’t do that sort of stuff.”

“Oh, so it’s ok for us to shave it off so you can enjoy eating us out, but you can’t return the favor. You think we like picking pubic hairs from our teeth after giving a blow job?”

“Narda, honestly, you are embarrassing Wright to death,” said Lisa.

“Truth time, sister,” said Narda, who was now sitting up. “Do you like all that hair when you’re sucking him?”

“God, Narda, please stop.”

“Come on, tell the truth. Are his balls hairy?”

I thought Lisa would probably pass on responding. Instead, she shocked me. Giggling she said, “God, yes, they are like really, really hairy. Makes me think twice about licking them, except they’re so big and full that I love sucking them. And, yes, Narda, I said big—huge balls.”

“Lisa!” I said.

“Wright,” pushed Narda. “What’s good for the goose should be good for the gander—whatever the hell a gander is.”

“Male goose,” I said.

“See, proves my point. I think you should return the gesture that your beautiful bride made. Clean it up.”

I laughed at how ridiculous the conversation had turned. “I really don’t want to talk about it any longer. Besides, I would be too scared to take a razor to my balls.”

“That’s what wives are for, dummy,” said Narda.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” said Lisa. “I would not want to cut something. No, that’s not for me.”

After a few moments of silence, Narda grinned. “Well, then I think that’s what sisters-in-law are for.”

“No way, you’d shave Wright’s balls?” exclaimed Lisa.

“Been there and definitely done that,” added Narda. “Of course, not with Wright. Let’s make that clear. And, I’ve also made sure the cock and the whole nest is as smooth as my pussy.”

I glanced down and wondered how smooth it was. “So, how smooth is your pussy,” I figured two could play this teasing game.

Narda took a quick look around to see if anyone was paying attention. Sensing we were not the center of attention, she crawled between Lisa and me and sat back on her legs. Grabbing the front of her bikini bottom, she pulled it out and down. Lisa and I stared at the smooth area between her legs. She held her suit open and I easily saw the top of sex lips. My immediate reaction was “Wow!” I then did a quick mental comparison to Lisa. Narda’s were smaller and tighter than Lisa’s plump outer lips and the bits of inner lips that always peeked out from Lisa were nowhere to be seen on her sister.

“My god, Narda, I can’t believe you. I think you’ve had too much sun, or something,” I said.

Narda smiled, and let her suit snap back into place. “It’s just skin, sis, just skin.”

She absently rubbed the front of her bathing suit and looked up.

“Maybe we do need a break from the sun,” Narda said. “Why don’t we go back to the house and we can spruce things up.”

“No way,” I said.

“What’s the matter,” Narda asked. “Afraid I’d think you don’t measure up?”

Before I could answer, Lisa said. “Oh, I can tell you that what’s under those shorts is nothing short of amazing. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen or had.”

“Now, I’m really interested,” her sister said.

“You know this entire conversation is incredible. How did we get focused on my private parts?” I shook my head.

“Oh, come on, Wright. It’ll be fun,” Narda teased.

“For whom?”

“For me, that’s for sure. I’ve been wondering what my sister has been enjoying. And, when I’m done, I think Lisa will have a lot more fun.”

“Yeah, but I don’t see where my fun comes in,” I said.

“Wright, I’m going to be handling your cock and balls. Doesn’t that sound like fun? You can continue to ogle my tits while I’m tending to business.”

“Shit, Narda, I’m on my honeymoon. And, I have not been ogling your breasts.”

Both Lisa and Narda laughed. “Yes, you have, Wright,” said Lisa. “It’s ok. Narda has really sexy tits. You know, Wright likes tiny tits.”

“What?” I said in surprise.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you love mine and you certainly play with them a lot,” said Lisa. “But, whenever my girlfriend, Allie, is around, Wright’s tongue is dragging on the floor. She’s tall, thin, blond görükle escort bayanlar and has tits about your size. She never wears a bra and always seems to have to bend over in front of Wright to pick up something. He just stares down her shirt at her little titties with the big rosy nips. I know I’ll get a special fuck that night. That’s why I love having her visit us.”

I didn’t know what to say. Lisa was right, but I didn’t think I was that obvious.

“Nice to know,” said Narda. “I mean you’ve got the best boobs I’ve ever seen, maybe next to Mama’s. I always felt like the girl who didn’t get her Christmas present.”

“Oh, stop, Narda,” said Lisa. “Wright, she is just trying to make you feel bad for her. Her tits are perfect. Remember at the party after the reception and how good they looked in that shirt. And, every other guy there didn’t even know if you had a face. Their eyes were glued in one spot only.” Narda and Lisa laughed.

“So, Lisa, do you mind if I take care of your new husband,” Narda said with a lightness in her tone.

Lisa laughed out loud. “Hell, go ahead. Just don’t do any permanent damage. We may be taking a break today, but come tomorrow I want everything in top working order.”

After a pause, Lisa added, “Hell, Sorta like old times.”

I looked at both of them. They returned my look, and then turned toward each other. In a second they were both holding their stomachs as they rolled on the blanket laughing. I didn’t get the joke, but had an inkling that they may have shared something similar in the past.

“Ok, let me in on it,” I said.

“We will,” promised Lisa. “When we’re back in the house.” She and Narda fist-bumped each other.

“You mean you’re letting this crazy idea happen?”

“Why not? We’re all family now,” said my wife. She added, “And, it’s only skin.”

Back in the beach house, Lisa went to get some beers from the fridge. Narda told me I should go shower and make sure to use some conditioner “down there”.

“When you’re through, just wrap a towel around you. Oh, and bring the shaving cream with you.”

“This is insane, you know that,” I said.

“You’re right. I think I need a drink—or two—to calm me down.”

“Uh, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be drinking before you’re, well, you know.”

“You mean before I have your cock and balls in one hand and a razor in the other?”

I swallowed hard, and said, “Exactly.”

“Don’t worry. I promise not to accidently cut off more than an inch or two.” She and Lisa thought that was funny.

“Now run along and get that shower,” said Narda.

“Do I bring you my razor?”

“No, I’m going to use mine. It’s better for the delicate areas. And I’ll see if Papa left some hedge sheers in the shed. Just in case you have a nasty nest.”

Lisa and Narda were drinking beers as I slowly walked to the bathroom. I stripped and hopped under the warm water. I washed myself thoroughly, and did put conditioner through my pubic patch and on my balls. I still could not believe my wife was going along with this crazy idea. Just thinking about having Narda touching me made me hard. I thought about how her bare pussy looked in the sunlight. I imagined what her tits looked like under that bikini top. I gave in to the feeling and spent a couple minuets stroking myself to a strong climax. My dick was still sore from all the activity of the week, but I knew if I hadn’t done this, I’d be erect the second I walked out of the bathroom.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my middle. With the shaving cream in hand I ventured out to the living room. Lisa came and handed me a beer. She kissed me and told me how much she loved me. “Are you ready?”

“No,” I said. “How about you tell the story that had the two of you cracked up on the beach. You know, the ‘old times’. I can finish my beer and screw up my courage while you talk”

The sisters again exchanged a look. “Ok, sit here and enjoy your beer,” said Lisa.

I was sitting on a big side chair and the ladies were across from me on the couch. I arranged the towel so as not to flash them. Narda pouted as I did this.

Lisa fetched two more beers for Narda and herself before beginning her story. “Well, as you might have noticed Narda and I can be a bit competitive.”

I snorted thinking about how they tried to outdo each other in almost every facet of their lives. Although Narda was in top physical shape, Lisa never backed down from a challenge. Many times I would hear them arguing about who made the best bacon and eggs, found the best bargains at the mall, or any number of stupid contests.

“So,” Narda said, “When we were dating we thought it would be cool to compete there as well.”

“You mean like who could get the other’s boyfriend to ask you out?” I asked.

“No, we never went after each other’s boyfriends or dates. What we did was more involved and a lot more fun,” my wife explained.

“Ok, so what?”

“Well,” Narda said with a smile, “We would double date, and then see who make her date come first.”

My mouth hung open. “You what?”

“Yeah, “continued Narda, “So we’d be at our house when our parents were out. We’d be in the same room, and start making out with our dates. Then we each pull their pants down. They guys would sorta flip out, especially because they were already hard. So, to help them out, off came our tops. That seemed to make them feel better.”

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