Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

I grabbed some snacks and we worked at my desk, with only occasional kisses until we heard Maryanne at the front door.

“Hey geek!” Maryanne’s voice came from the front of the house.

“In here!” I yelled back.

“God! I’m so glad you’re home!” her voice came booming down the hallway. “You’ve been neglecting me and I’m so fucking horn…” her voice stopped abruptly as she stood in the doorway with her blouse undone and her chest heaving under her lacy bra. “Oh shit!”

Katrina looked from my sister to me and back, absorbing the shocking disclosure as I wracked my brain for an explanation other than the truth.

“Katrina,” I said, reaching for her.

“Your sister?” she asked incredulously. “She’s the woman who taught you…?” I just nodded.

“That’s… that’s…”

“Yeah,” I said. She was shaking her head like she was trying to clear it of this new information. Maryanne was buttoning her blouse and trying to decide whether to come into the room or leave us alone. She finally opted for entering.

“We need to talk,” Maryanne said.

“I think I should go,” Katrina said.

“No,” Maryanne said firmly. “Not until we’ve talked,” Maryanne said in her very schoolmarm voice that I always responded to. Apparently it worked on others as well because Katrina just nodded.

“Let’s go into the living room,” Maryanne said. “We will explain everything and then if you want to leave, Ron will take you home.”

“I’m sorry. I know this is beyond weird,” I whispered to Katrina while trying to judge her reaction.

“I’m shocked,” she whispered and I just nodded, staring at the floor. “But I’m not appalled,” she said, smiling as she put her hand on my shoulder. Really? Our eyes met and I could see that she was actually more intrigued than I would have assumed.

We spent the next 45 minutes giving Katrina every detail of our relationship from the time I first discovered the video of her masturbating. Maryanne and I took turns telling the story, finishing each other’s sentences and by the time we were done Katrina seemed more captivated than upset. She even asked Maryanne several questions.

“You really had him masturbate for you?” she asked at one point.

“Well it was only fair, right?” Maryanne answered conspiratorially.

“That is so hot!” Katrina exclaimed. “I never would have thought of that in a million years.”

“Well, he had just watched a video of me masturbating and… remember my husband had been gone for almost a year.” Katrina just nodded and we went on with the story. When we were finished I looked at her expectantly.

“That’s it,” I said, waiting to see what she would say.

“I guess now I’m wondering where I fit into your relationship,” Katrina finally said.

“It’s over,” my sister said. “I will back out of this picture and you two can continue to develop your relationship. If you’re still interested,” she added.

“I’m definitely interested but that’s not fair to you,” Katrina protested, making me wonder what she had in mind as an alternative.

“I’m married,” Maryanne said. “My husband will be coming back. We knew this was not a long term thing,” she said, her finger moving between her and I for emphasis. Katrina sat back on the sofa with a contemplative look on her face.

“Do you still make him to masturbate for you?” she asked Maryanne.

“We’ve kind of moved past that stage, why?” Maryanne asked.

“I’d like to see it,” she said, smiling at Maryanne. “Can you get him to do it for us?”

“What am I not here?” I asked, wondering when this became about me masturbating.

“We could both threaten to cut him off if he doesn’t do it,” Maryanne laughed as she looked at me with raised eyebrows. Katrina sat up straight and I thought she was going to clap her hands she was so giddy.

“Now?” she asked.

“Geek?” Maryanne was still looking at me. “Will you masturbate for us?” she asked. Fuck! This was as unexpected as the first time my sister asked me to do it.

“Right here?” I asked, wondering if it really mattered where I did it.

“This is good,” Maryanne said, moving next to Katrina on the couch like they were the audience at a strip club. I looked at these two sexy women waiting for me to put on a show, when I was struck with a flash of brilliance.

“You guys have to be naked too,” I said. “That’s the rule, remember?” Katrina looked at Maryanne, checking the accuracy of my statement. My sister just shrugged and nodded her head.

“He’s right,” she said. “That is the rule.” Maryanne started unbuttoning her blouse as she nodded for me to take off my clothes. This was so fucking hot. I took off my shirt and waited to see what Katrina was going to do. By the time Maryanne had her bra off, Katrina was slowly starting to shed her clothes too. Holy shit! I was going to masturbate for my sister and my girlfriend while they were both naked on the couch. My cock was ready and willing by the time I unsnapped my jeans.

“He looks ready,” Katrina said, nodding towards my hard cock.

“He always is,” Maryanne answered as she rolled her thong down her shapely legs. Katrina’s eyes were dancing between Maryanne’s naked body and my hard cock as she finished undressing and sat back on the couch.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Damn!” I sighed. “You two are like every guy’s wet dream!”

“Let’s see it then,” Maryanne said, sitting close enough to Katrina that their thighs were touching. The contrast in their skin tones was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. It was about to get much better but I didn’t know that when I started slowly jacking my cock for these naked women.

“Which of us are you thinking about, Geek?” Maryanne asked. Now that was a loaded question.

“Both of you,” I answered diplomatically.

“I’ve never seen a guy do this,” Katrina said excitedly as she squeezed her thighs together.

“Is it turning you on?” I panted, my hand pumping my cock faster. It was certainly turning me on.

“Hell yes!” she answered.

“Would it help you, Ronnie, if maybe we touched each other?” Maryanne asked. I nodded, stroking faster as Katrina looked askance at my sister.