Elizabeth's Story - Chapter 9 - I Console Gary free porn video

After months of agonizing over how and when to tell Robert about my illicit and inappropriate relationship with my stepbrother, I was forced to confess my sin after Robert proposed. I could not procrastinate any longer. I simply was not prepared to marry the man without telling him about my great sin.

I was elated to learn that Robert found the sordid details titillating rather than appalling. He did not see me as a pariah, as I feared he might. However, he had his own confession to reveal. Robert confessed a similar intimate relationship with his stepmother.

Initially, I was taken aback. I was shocked to learn that Robert and his stepmother had shared such intimacies. But I quickly realized that it was only his relationship with his stepmother that gave him the context that allowed Robert to understand my relationship with Gary as something beautiful and something to be cherished.

I slowly came to understand that to Robert, his relationship with his stepmother was as beautiful as my relationship with Gary was to me.

I spent that night in Robert's arms, thanking God above for sending this man into my life. I was convinced, there was no one else on this planet who was better suited to be my life's partner. There was no one else who would understand me so well, and accept me for who I was.

The next day was spent telling our family members of our engagement. Robert and I received best wishes and joyous approval from everyone, except my stepbrother, Gary.

Gary was withdrawn, even sullen as we spoke on the phone. My conversation with him lasted only a few minutes, but he was less than effusive in wishing Robert and me well. I hung up knowing that he was hurt and jealous.

I sat there for several minutes, hurt myself, and confused. I was hurt that Gary did not find joy in my happiness. I was confused about how I would rectify this situation.

My fiancé, Robert, and I had already come to grips with the fact that both his stepmother and Gary would remain an 'intimate' part of our lives. It never occurred to me that Gary would want to withdraw from me once I found my 'life's partner'.

I put my concerns about Gary aside for the moment.

I called Uncle Ralph to tell him about my engagement. He was thrilled for me. Uncle Ralph had assumed the 'father figure' role in my life since dad's death in Afghanistan in 2012. As dad's older brother, I told him that I would want him to 'give me away' at the wedding. He was flattered. He insisted upon hosting an engagement party in my honor. He wanted an opportunity to meet Robert's family.

The engagement party was set for a little more than a month later, on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Uncle Ralph would host it at his country club in Palo Alto. Mom and Gary would attend, as would Robert's stepmother and his father. It would be the first time I would meet his father.

Robert and I left the UCLA campus a little past eleven o'clock on Thursday before the big event. If we could avoid heavy traffic, we could make the trip from Los Angeles to Palo Alto in a little more than five hours, which would have us arriving between four and five o'clock.

The plan was to relax on Thursday evening, pick up Robert's step mother at the airport a little past midnight, and then meet for a quiet casual dinner on Friday night. We would have the larger, more formal gathering Saturday.

Gary and my mom already had flown in the previous night. Gary flew from his college in Lubbock, mom from Dallas. They were staying at my Uncle Ralph's house. Uncle Ralph offered to allow Robert and me to sleep on his sofa; but I politely declined stating that with mom and Gary there, he already seemed to be overbooked.

The truth was that I wanted to find an opportunity to spend some time with Gary to help him understand that Robert was really not the threat to him and to our relationship Gary seemed to think he was. And I certainly did not want to have these conversations at my uncle's house.

Hotel prices in Palo Alto were quite high, but Robert did find a nice, reasonably priced Holiday Inn Express in Santa Clara, about thirteen miles away. We arrived on schedule, late Thursday afternoon, and checked into our room. It was not fancy, but the hotel was clean and affordable.

We made love and then went to IHOP for dinner. We returned to our room and took a nap together. The alarm woke us around eleven o'clock. It was time to pick up Cindy, Robert's stepmother.

At the San Jose airport:

Robert and I were standing at the San Jose airport baggage claim when I saw his face light up.

"Mom! Over here," he shouted.

I recognized Cindy from my visit to New York last Christmas. She was a very attractive woman. Her perky breasts and small frame, combined with a short, sassy hairdo, and her large green eyes, gave her a youthful, 'cheerleader-like' appearance that made her look considerably younger than her forty one years.

She wore a pleated navy skirt with matching pumps with three inch heels. I could see that her nipples were erect and clearly evident through her bra under her tan colored blouse. She was carrying her jacket over her arm as she approached.

She had a cute, petite, sexy appearance that I envied. I hoped I looked as good as she did when I was her age. I could see why Robert was so taken by this woman; hell, I was a bit taken with her myself.

I fought a slight twinge of jealousy as I watched my fiancé's face light up when he saw her. 

Robert picked her up as he hugged her, spinning her small frame around. The affection between the two was obvious and real. I thought to myself, 'He really does love her. I could never ask Robert to give her up'.

Once he put her down, she immediately hugged me warmly and said, "Elizabeth, congratulations. I could not be more happy for the two of you."

I sensed she really meant it. Her blessings and affections felt genuine. I could not help but like this woman.

It was nearly two a.m. on Friday morning, California time, when we dropped her off at the Santa Clara Marriott.

"Were you able to sleep on the plane at all?" I asked.

"No, I never do. I know it is only two o'clock here, but in New York, it is five a.m. I'm exhausted," she admitted.

"Well, get some sleep. When you awaken, call me. I would like to take you to lunch to tomorrow."

"I'd like that a lot. I will call you when I get up and we'll meet some place," she promised.

Lunch with Cindy at the Marriott:

I received a call shortly after eleven o'clock. Cindy and I agreed to meet in the lobby of her hotel at one o'clock. I was a bit nervous about the lunch. We had a lot to discuss.

I arrived early and we went to the 'Character's Sports Bar and Grill' which was in the lobby of the Marriott hotel. Cindy showed up at precisely one o'clock.

We were seated at a table surrounded by flat screen TV's, each showing some obscure sporting event. The choices were English rugby, Australian rules soccer and Canadian rules football.

Cindy turned to me and said, "I find it bizarre that the American male is more interested in rugby contest in England than the current events in the middle east;"

"I know. I don't understand it myself."

We ordered cocktails. Cindy ordered a glass of merlot, I ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail.

Cindy reached over and took my hand and said, "Elizabeth, I want you to know, I am very pleased to have you as my 'to be' daughter-in-law. I think you are a lovely young woman."

"Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. I want you to know that I respect and admire you as well. Based on some things Robert has shared with me, you and I share more in common than you might expect."

Cindy seemed to tense up at my words. I sensed that she was intrigued and concerned. After a brief paused, she said, "Interesting. Tell me more?"

"I know you and Robert have a special relationship. I am glad you are close. I am not threatened by it," I stated casually. 

I saw her blush. A bright crimson flushed across her face and shoulders. I could see her struggling with what to say, but she decided to remain cautious and remained silent for several seconds.

"Robert is very special to me. He always has been. I just want him to be happy," she admitted honestly. It was a candid, but innocent sounding answer.

I smiled and offered, "I want that too. I am okay with the two of you remaining close." I took a sip of my cranberry and vodka cocktail and continued, "I have a bit of a confession. You and I have more in common that you might imagine."

Cindy raised her eyebrows as if to invite me to continue, but said nothing. 

I placed her hand on top of hers and confided, "After our dad was killed in Afghanistan, my stepbrother and I became 'close' too. We were both an emotional wreck and we leaned on each other, perhaps more than we should have. What I am saying is that I understand how these things can happen. I understand how people might cling to each other when they are emotionally vulnerable in ways that society might frown upon."

She sat there speechless. I could see she was struggling to find anything to say. She finally uttered, "Thank you for being so understanding."

 I then added, "Robert knows that Gary and I remain close. He accepts the fact that my stepbrother and I will always share an intimacy and closeness. I have told him that I understand his need to remain close to you. What I am saying is, you do not have to end your closeness because of me. I like knowing that you two continue to share this bond."

She seemed embarrassed that Robert had shared their secret, but was relieved that I was not appalled by the details of their relationship. But most of all, she seemed intrigued by my willingness to allow it to continue.

After a moment of silence, she asked, "Does Robert know you are okay with this?"

"Yes, I told him I was meeting you for lunch. In fact, while you are here, I will make him available to you. I really do understand how you feel about him."

"I don't quite know what to say. Thank you, I guess. To be honest, I assumed once you two became a couple, that this chapter of my life was over. I had accepted that fact. Elizabeth, I want you to know that I am not proud that I ever allowed my relationship with Robert to become... well... intimate. It never should have happened."

I interrupted her, "Cindy, I understand better than you how something innocent can slide into something more. Some day I may share with you how Gary and I accidently ended up being closer than we should have been. But I know that I needed him and he needed me at the time. I know that Robert and you needed each other too. I don't want to take that away from him. You are the only woman I will ever share him with. He will come see you tonight. Okay?"

Squeezing my hand, she simply said, "Thank you."

We finished our lunch and chatted, but I cannot remember all the details of what we discussed. I was too distracted thinking about how best to deal with Gary's jealousy.

Cindy had a second and then a third glass of wine. Since I was driving, I had to stop at two cocktails. I noticed that by the time she had finished her third glass of merlot, she was touching my hand more and more as we talked. I was not offended by the physical contact at all. In fact, I enjoyed it. I sensed a real affection for both Robert and me in her casual touch. I also felt a genuine happiness that Robert and I were together.

We talked about the logistics of Saturday night's celebration of my engagement. I gained some insight into this woman when she said, "I'm actually a bit nervous about tomorrow night."

"Nervous? Why? My family won't bite."

"No that's not it. This will be the first time I have been in the same room as my ex-husband since our divorce."

"Why does that make you nervous?" I asked with genuine curiosity.

"To be honest, Jim has moved on. He is remarried to a much younger woman, who happens to be gorgeous. He has a new family. She has two young children. Jim's restarted his life without me. Me, on the other hand? I don't even have a date," she said with a genuine concern in her voice.

"Cindy, you are a successful business woman who herself is gorgeous. I honestly hope I look half as good as you do in twenty years. You can have any man you want. But if you don't mind me asking, why don't you date?"

"Honestly, no one I know interests me. The closest thing I have had to a relationship since my divorce is the summer I spent with Robert... and you and I both know I can never share that with Jim or anyone else. I can't believe I have admitted it to you."

I felt badly for her. I can just imagine what it would be like to go to an event like this and have your ex- bring his new, younger wife, and you don't even have a date.

"Cindy, I assure you, I am one person you do not have to hide anything from," I said before pausing.

"We should hire a young male model to be your date tomorrow," I joked.

"Oh, I like that. Let's make sure he is well built and hung like a mule too!"

I thought to myself, 'okay, three glasses of wine and she's drunk...this woman does not hold her booze'. Nonetheless, I really did like her and I really did understand her anxiety over tomorrow's dinner.

Finally, she said, "I should not have had that third glass of wine. But you make me feel so comfortable, and we were having such a good time chatting. Well, I'm going up to the room and take a little nap before dinner."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan. Robert and I will pick you up here at the hotel at six thirty, okay?"

Dinner at Uncle Ralph's house:

That evening, we had a casual dinner at Uncle Ralph's home. Mom, Gary, Cindy, Robert and I joined Uncle Ralph, Aunt Trish and their two daughters for barbeque on the patio that overlooked the valley. The weather and the food was perfect.

As expected, Gary was noticeably reserved. I finally got an opportunity to speak with him in the hallway when he was returning from the restroom.

"Gary, can you come up with an excuse to get away tonight?"

"I guess I can. Why?"

"If you can get away, and if you want to, you can come see me at the hotel tonight," I offered.

The expression on Gary's face was a unique combination of confusion, surprise and excitement.

"What about Robert?"

"He'll be busy elsewhere."

Gary frowned, clearly not understanding what I was saying. I wanted to give him an innocent sounding but truthful answer. "Robert wants to give you and me some time together since we seldom see each other, so he is going to stay at his mom's hotel tonight."

"Does he know about... you know... us?"

It was a direct question that deserved an honest answer. "Yes, I did not want to marry him without him knowing how close you and I have been. He has agreed to allowing us to to remain close."

"You mean he is completely okay with this? With us?" Gary asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Let's just say it took him some time to get his head around it, but he's okay with it now. But that is only if you are comfortable and want to continue. I am not trying to talk you into something you will regret."

I paused to let him think about his options.

"So can you come up with an excuse to get away tonight?" I asked.

"I don't know. What would I tell mom and Uncle Ralph?"

"Well how about this. After I drop off Robert's stepmom, I'll call you and invite you to hang out with some friends who attend school with me. You'll tell them you just want to get to know some of my college friends. Tell them that because we may be drinking a bit, and don't want to drive, Robert and I have agreed to let you crash on the other bed in our room, unless you manage to hook up with one of my friends."

"Damn Elizabeth, that's good. Hell, I even believe it," Gary chuckled.

"Do you need me to pick you up, or can you borrow one of Uncle Ralph's cars?"

"It's probably safer to have you pick me up."

"Okay, it will take me about half an hour to drop off Robert and his mom. I'll call you on your cell phone. You should be around mom or Uncle Ralph so they can overhear our conversation," I advised.

I drop off Robert and his stepmom at the Marriott:

Dinner broke up and Robert and I drove Cindy to the Marriott in Santa Clara. Cindy's hotel was a clear upgrade from the Holiday Inn Express that Robert and I had booked. But Cindy could afford it, we couldn't.

We all got out of the car to say our goodbyes.

Turning to Robert, I instructed, "Give me the car keys. I want you to spend some time with your mother tonight. I will meet you two for breakfast in the morning. Take good care of her."

 I gave him a nice kiss before turning to Cindy and simply saying, "Enjoy yourself."

 She hugged me and said, "Thank you. You have no idea what this means to me."

"Ah, but I actually think I do. I have to go spend some time with Gary. He's feeling a little threatened by my engagement. He feels like he is losing me."

Robert and his stepmother started walking through the lobby towards the elevator banks. As they left, I heard Cindy say, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this. Did you know she was going to suggest this?"

I did not hear his answer as he walked though the sliding doors.

I console Gary:

Before getting into Robert's car, I called Gary's cell phone. It rang three times before he answered.

"Okay, repeat my exact words so that the people around you hear them. Say 'hey sis' if you understand."

Gary repeated, 'Hey sis,' like a pro.

"Now listen carefully, after a few seconds, I want you to say, 'that sounds like it could be fun. Thanks for thinking of me.' and then remain silent for a few seconds."

Gary performed like a professional.

I waited a second before I said, "Now turn to whoever is in the room with you and say, "Elizabeth has invited me to hang out with some of her friends from school tonight. She wants them to get to know me. Would that be okay?' and then wait for an answer. Tell me what they say."

I waited nervously as Gary and my mom and Uncle Ralph talked briefly.

Gary returned to my conversation to say, "Elizabeth, I can hang out with you tonight."

I said, "That is great. Only now this is the part you must really sell. I want you to turn back to them and say 'we may be drinking some tonight and Elizabeth suggests that I crash at her place, in the spare bed in her room rather than any of us trying to drive home with alcohol in our system'. You have sound casual, like this is being a responsible adult, not something illicit, okay?"

I listened to the conversation as best I could in the phone, but I could not hear what was being said very well. But from the tones and inflections, it sounded like everyone thought having Gary crash on our extra bed was a very good idea.

I did hear Aunt Trish comment, "How nice and responsible it was for Robert to agree to that."

To my surprised, Gary responded, "I think he was the one who suggested it." Gary was giving Robert the credit for being the responsible one. I was going to have to do something really nice for that boy.

Gary returned to the phone and said, "Sounds great Liz. When can you pick me up?"

I'll be there within fifteen minutes. I promised mom and my aunt and uncle to keep an eye on Gary and not let him get too drunk. We said our goodbyes and left.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I reached over and took his hand, squeezing it, I said, "I have missed you, a lot."

We held hands on the drive to my hotel. We were both anxious and nervous. It had been over a year since we were last intimate. Additionally, I now belonged to Robert. I was merely being loaned to my stepbrother. Gary and I both knew this was different than the nights he would sneak into my room; nights when he was the only male who had found his way into my heart.

"Liz, how is it with Robert?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the sex. How is it. Is it like it was between us?"

I understood what Gary was asking. I needed to be careful as I navigate through the emotions behind his question.

"Gary, you and I discovered sex together. It was all new and exciting. Every step we took was new. We didn't know what to expect, at least I didn't. It was a wonderful journey of discovery between two people who had a deep affection for each other. It was special, and I will cherish those memories forever. And you know how I responded to your touch."

I stopped to let that sink in. I wanted Gary to understand that he satisfied me both physically and emotionally.

"And with Robert?"

"I actually fell in love with him before we had sex. I was conflicted at first. I felt a loyalty to you, but I saw him as a potential life partner. I really am selective about who I sleep with. I have only been with you and Robert."

"That's good to know."

"How is it physically?"

I giggled, "Are you asking me if I climax with him? You're silly. Of course I do. Regularly. I wouldn't be marrying him if the physical aspect wasn't there."

Our conversation was interrupted as we arrived at the Holiday Inn Express. I parked the car and we walked silently through the lobby. There were too many other people around to continue the discussion of how frequently I cum with my fiancé.

On the elevator ride to the third floor, Gary and I necked. I cold feel his cock pulsing as he pressed into me.

Once in the room, Gary spotted a large bottle of rum, a bottle of vodka and a six pack of cokes. "Let's have a drink, okay Liz?"

"Sure, I'll get some ice and you can mix us both a drink. I'll have vodka and cranberry juice. There are some cans of cranberry juice in my suitcase. I'll be right back."

I hurried down the hall and returned with a bucket of ice within a minute or so.

When I opened the door, I was shocked and embarrassed. Gary was holding a large red vibrator he found in my suitcase.

"Oh my god, Gary, what are you doing with that thing."

"I was about to ask you the same thing. Liz, this thing is huge, bigger than me. My god, girl."

"Gary what are you doing going through my suitcase?" I asked with a combination of outrage and embarrassment.

"I saw it when I went to get the cranberry juice for your drink."

"Gary, it was covered up under my clothes."

He got a sheepish grin and admitted, "Okay, maybe I was checking out what type of panties you are wearing these days. I admit it, I was a little curious. But good god girl, look at the size of this thing."

He held the large phallic shaped device up. It was eight inches long, two inches in diameter, and was shaped like a real penis with a large mushroom shaped head, and thick distinct veins running down the shaft.

Gary twisted the base and to my horror, the device buzzed to life.

"Gary, turn that off. Robert bought that for me. He likes to have me use it on myself while I give him head some times," I confessed. I hesitated a long time before adding, "He gave it to me right after we got engaged. It was right after I told him that you and I had been intimate. When I use it, he and I pretend that you are fucking me while I suck him. I always cum quickly, and repeatedly, when we play that little game."

I could feel my face, shoulders and chest burning crimson as I confessed the fantasy role playing in which Robert and I had been engaging ever since I told Robert how Gary had deflowered me.

"How do you do it?" Gary asked with keen interest. I sensed that it pleased him greatly knowing that Robert and I included him in our recent fantasies.

"I can't tell you that," I protested. But after a moment of awkward silence I added, "Sometimes I insert it and use a towel, sort of like a hammock, between my legs to hold it in place. I pull one corner of the towel with my free hand and Robert holds the other corner while I suck Robert's penis. Other times I set some pillows in the middle of the bed and straddle them. I use the pillows to hold the end of the device in place while I fuck it and take Robert in my mouth."

"Show me, show me how you do the hammock thing," Gary said with obvious arousal.

"No, Gary, It would be too embarrassing," I said. But even as the words left my mouth, part of me wanted to do it. Part of me wanted to have Gary see me climax on that huge dildo while I sucked his cock.

"Come on Liz, please?"

I thought for a minute before relenting, "Come over here and undress me. See if you can get me in the mood, and maybe I'll consider it."

I walked over to Gary, and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his chest bare. I ran my fingers across his chest, stopping at his nipples and caressing him as he struggled to get my shirt off. The nervousness of what we were about to do only added to our awkwardness.

Gary’s pants were poking out in front, revealing a sizable bulge forming. I reached down and caressed his penis through the material and adjusted his cock so that it could comfortably point upward. I was impressed to see an inch or two of the purple tinted head of his penis poking above the waistband of his pants. It seemed like the head was poking up and saying, ‘Where’s Liz?’

I liked the thought that his penis was looking for his ‘good friend Liz’. My stepbrother had a very nice cock indeed.

After a slight struggle, Gary removed my shirt. I stood back from him and removed my bra, freeing my perky breasts and their taut, erect nipples. I glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of Gary and me standing there, both naked from the waist up, Gary’s erect penis peeking above the waist band of his pants.

Objectively speaking, we looked good standing there together. Gary turned me so I was facing the mirror, and, while standing behind me, wrapped his arms around me, cupping my left breast with his right hand. We made a very handsome, albeit inappropriate, couple.

My right nipple, which was fully exposed, was a bright pink; and stood out erect in excitement, like a firm little pebble. My blonde hair and green eyes gave me a cute, youthful and innocent look that contrasted with the sexiness of my exposed breasts and abdomen.

Gary towered several inches above me. His strong frame was much larger, and stronger than mine. Gary and I shared the same blond hair, green eyes appearance that gave him a cute, ‘surfer boy’ look. Gary’s arm, which was wrapped around me, was muscular; as was his chest. He was a tall, strong, handsome young man; no question about it.

I could feel Gary’s penis pulsing against my ass as I stood there watching his one hand fondle my breast. I leaned my head backwards against his strong chest and savored the moment.

Gary reached down and unsnapped my shorts, and lowered the zipper. I could see my pale green panties peeking through the open zipper on my shorts. Gary began to lower my shorts, and my panties came with them. As my shorts were pulled past my ass and thighs, my light blond pubic hair came into view. It was very fine. I have a fair complexion and do not have much body hair. The thin, fine, blond pubic hair appeared almost translucent and provided very little cover for my now wet and aroused vagina.

I was naked in front of my stepbrother, and I liked being exposed, and vulnerable, this way. It excited me.

I stepped out of my shorts and panties, while I reached behind myself to grasp Gary’s erection. He was fully erect and very hard, actually, rigid, would be a more appropriate term. Now naked, I was fully exposed. With my back still towards him, Gary reached down to my vagina and found my erect clit and gently stimulated me with soft little circular motions that evoked a soft moan of pleasure from me.

“Mmm, that feels nice, Gary,” I encouraged him. I was already very wet and aroused.

After a few moments of this pleasurable foreplay, I turned to face him. I looked admiringly at the head of his penis still poking above his waistband. Kneeling in front of him, I unsnapped his pants, opened his fly and pulled his pants and boxers down together, revealing the entire erect penis. His pants and boxers fell to his ankles leaving him essentially naked in front of me.

I took Gary’s erection in my mouth as I knelt in front of him, while he struggled to free himself from the pants and boxers which were now wrapped around his ankles. This was not the first time Gary wrestled with his pants around his ankles while I sucked on him. And every time it happened, I found it mildly amusing to have him in my mouth as he kicked and wrestled trying to get his pants, which were turning themselves inside out, off his ankles and feet. His penis bobbled and jerked in my mouth as Gary wrestled himself free.

With us both naked, me kneeling in front of him, I took him out of my mouth and looked up. "So you really want to see how Robert and I do this?"

"Hell, yes."

"Okay, bring me a large bath towel and that big red thing, and the tube of K-Y jelly from my suitcase."

I positioned two pillows on the floor to kneel on. Gary handed me the tube of lubricant. I applied a generous dollop to the inner lips of my labia. Kneeling on the pillows, I fished the white hotel towel between my legs.

"Gary, come stand in front of me. Here grab the corner and hold it," I said as I handed him the corner of the towel that ran through my legs and up my back. I held the other corner with my left hand in front of me.

"Gary, turn on the vibrator and hand it to me. Now this is a slow process getting this monster inside me, so be patient. When things start happening though, they will happen fast."

The vibrator buzzed to life once again, and Gary handed it to me. The towel was hanging loosely between my thighs now and I rubbed the large vibrating head against my clitoris. Every time the vibrating head contacted my erect clit I would shudder and moan.

After a minute or two of stimulating my clit, I said, "Okay, I'm going to start working it in."

"When you and Robert do this, do you always fantasize about me fucking you?"

"Well sometimes its Robert fucking me and I'm sucking you. In my fantasies, you guys like to switch off... oh fuck that is a big toy," I hissed as I worked the head past my opening.

"Oh god Gary, I feel so full. Do you want me to pretend you are fucking me, or should Robert get the first shot at my pussy tonight?" I asked, trying to fully enroll him in the roll playing.

"I think I want to be the one fucking you and making you cum."

"Ohhh, god, it's in. So fucking deep... I'm so full," I moaned.

I adjusted the towel so that the base of the vibrator, which still protruded out of me an inch or so was nestled in the 'hammock'.

"Gary, pull your corner of the towel a little tighter, but not too tight. By gently tugging on the corner, you can press the vibrator into me slightly. Be careful, not too much you don't want to hurt me."

With my left hand I held the corner of the towel in front of me taut, forcing the vibrating head to press against my g-spot.

I took Gary's erection in my right hand and with a large red dildo vibrating deep inside me, I studied his cock for just an instant. I wrapped my fingers around his firm penis, still amazed at the thickness of this rigid pole; my fingers barely encircled the circumference. 

It pulsed up and seemed to swell thicker at my touch. It felt like a muscle flexing larger in m tiny fist. I liked the way his penis responded to me. 

The ridge that separated the head from the shaft always fascinated me. The thick veins clearly visible down the seven inch shaft gave his erection a harsher, more rugged appearance; making the penis appear almost ‘muscular’.

With his penis standing straight up, the underside was plainly visible as well; revealing the thick urethra running down the middle of the underside of the shaft. This male tool was strangely beautiful to me. It was one of only two with which I had any experience. I honestly could not tell who was bigger, Gary or Robert. But I did know that I adored both men's erect penis.

Gary started gently tugging and releasing the corner of the towel, allowing the large vibrating phallus to slip out of me several inches before pulling on the towel, forcing it deep inside me. I moaned with each thrust. Soon Gary had mastered the precise movement and rhythm and had me rocking my hips and moaning.

"Oh that's it. Oh yes, Fuck me with your big cock," I moaned before taking the head of Gary's erection into my mouth.

I ran my tongue around the ridge that separated his glans from his shaft. I sucked and licked.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth long enough to hiss, "Oh that's it Gary. Fuck me while Robert watches. He wants to see you make his fiancé cum. Show him how you fuck your stepsister."

Gary moaned loudly as I said the words outlining the fantasy scenario where Gary was fucking me while I sucked Robert's cock.

I resumed sucking on his erect penis as I pumped the shaft with my fist.

The large head of the vibrator was striking my g-spot with every pull of the towel and every thrust. I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I wasn't going to last long now. I started arching my hips more violently, humping back against the dildo.

I was moaning around the head of Gary's cock in my mouth.

Then it hit me, the first wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed through me. My orgasmic moans were muffled but the erection in my mouth, but there was no doubt I was cumming.

My orgasm triggered Gary's. He stiffened, pulled the towel tight, forcing the vibrator inside me as deep as it could go and held it. I continued to cum.

Gary's erection pulsed in my mouth and suddenly a large dollop of slightly bitter, salty semen erupted in my mouth as Gary ejaculated.

I swallowed as fast as I could, but Gary continued to pump string upon string of sperm, overwhelming my ability to swallow it all. I had to pull away. A small string shot ejaculated from his erection as I pulled away, striking me on my cheek and chin.

Exhausted I released the corner of the towel I was holding in front of me, allowing the buzzing dildo to slowly slip from my wet and dilated pussy.

Looking up at Gary, with a slightly splattering of his semen on my chin and cheek, I quipped, "Okay, how about that kiss?"

Gary chuckled, "Maybe later."

I stood up, and hugged him, "Thank you, that was wonderful. I need to brush my teeth so that you'll kiss me later. I expect you to make love to me with a real penis tonight. That fake one is pretty good, but your real one is much more emotionally satisfying. Do me a favor, turn that thing off and wash it for me while I freshen up a bit."

I brushed and gargled with mouthwash. I had learned over the years that both Gary and Robert thought I should be happy to have their semen in my mouth and on my lips, but god forbid that they should get a taste of their own medicine!

While I was gargling with mouthwash, Gary came up behind me and cupped my breast and pressed his cock against my backside. I felt it pulse several times as I rinsed my mouth with water.

He turned me to face him.

I have to admit, he looked good standing naked at attention with his dick poking straight out. And he was so fucking cute sucking in his gut for me. God, I loved him at that moment; I really did.

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