Peg was quiet for a few minutes. At length, she said, "Do you know that you are the only one of her lovers that Aunt Barb has ever shared with me?"
I replied, "I have wondered about that. I feel honored. I'm very glad that it happened." I hesitated and then said, "Do you know that she told me that under the right circumstances, she would do a threesome with you and me. I had asked because you had suggested it while we were on the phone the other day.
Peg giggled and snuggled closer to me. She asked, "Do you think she might share Linda with me?"
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That grabbed my attention. I said, "Barb told me that you were as straight as an arrow and had no interest in women at all."
She replied, "I have always thought that. The central importance of any sexual thought that I have ever had is cock. It needs to be big enough and hard enough to make me want to worship it. I have to feel its strength while it throbs inside of me. It needs to be part of a powerful virile man who will strive to satisfy my needs and at the same time, blatantly use my body for his own pleasure. " She giggled and continued, "He must make me understand that he is worthy to father my children."
There was a quiet time. She rolled in my arms and kissed me. She whispered, "A man like you, Luke."
I held her and kissed her. She snuggled closer to me. Heat was building between us. I thought she was ready and priming me to fuck her again. The monster was with me. We could have done that.
She surprised me again. She threw the covers off us and rose to sit cross-legged in the bed beside me. She said, "I need to tell you what I have been thinking about Barb and Linda."
I said, "Go ahead. I want to hear." I held my hard cock in my hand. I knew that I was operating near the limits of my ability and at the same time, I was disappointed. I wanted to fuck her and she was completely off on another tangent.
She said, "I don't know how much Aunt Barb has told you about our relationship but you do need to know something of it if you are to understand my feelings." She paused and then continued, "Aunt Barb is nine years older than me. She is my mother's youngest sibling. When I was born, Aunt Barb took it upon herself to help mother me. I was the first baby in our family to come along after she became old enough to be an assistant mother and a competent short time babysitter. We bonded tightly together." She paused.
I said, "Go on. I am listening and I want to understand.
She raised my hand that she was holding and kissed it before she continued her story. She said, "Okay. I'm going to skip ahead a few years. She said, "In the spring of my twelfth year my body began to change. I didn't understand what was happening. I was frightened and looking for help and answers." She hesitated.
I decided not to disturb her. I squeezed her hand.
She continued, "I went to my mother and some other family members. My friends didn't know any more than I did. I even talked to my Sunday school teacher and one of my trusted teachers at school. They were all head over heels supportive of me and it seemed that they were trying to help. Even then, I recognized their bullshit when I heard it.
When I approached Aunt Barb with my problem, I got the truth in answer to my every question as best as she knew it. I recognized the truth when I heard it too. Thereafter, I took all my questions to Aunt Barb. She was the one that helped this little girl when she first began to become a woman. Our bond became even stronger." She paused again to catch her breath.
There was more to come. She said, "Six years passed. I was a freshman in junior college and eighteen years old. My body had developed nicely. All the boys wanted to date me. I chose one that made me feel special. I became aroused when I was near him. He was a sophomore who was a year and a half older than I was. He was a football jock but I had met him the summer before. He had been working as a lifeguard at a public swimming pool. My God, he was beautiful. Of course, he wanted me to have sex with him."
She took a deep breath and continued, "I wanted him too but I was scared. I talked to Aunt Barb. She had been cautioning me for the last several years. She had made me understand the consequences of early and unwanted pregnancy. She made me read about the ramifications of disease. She tried to make me understand the emotional involvements that would come with having sex. Hormones were running rampant in my body. My brain wasn't working too well. I had become boy crazy at about fifteen and it just got worse as I grew. Aunt Barb knew all these things. She had been in my position just a few years before."
She took another breath and went on. "My young beau and I were into some serious heavy petting by this time. I helped him cum on just about every date but only with my hands. I had experienced several orgasms but they had all been self-induced and never in his presence. He just didn't know how to help me and I was too embarrassed to tell him."
"Finally, she said, "I physically took his hand and rubbed his fingers against my clit. We were at a drive-in movie that was screening a very bad show. I had my first orgasm with another person and he understood. On a later occasion, he held me down on the back seat of his car. He licked and sucked me to orgasm. It was wonderful. He said that he had read about oral sex in a book. He had no one like my Aunt Barb to help him through this time. I helped him all I could."
She continued, "What is good for the goose...you know. A week later he had me sucking his cock and a week after that, I was enjoying doing it for him. We became better at pleasuring each other. We were learning from our experiments."
"Aunt Barb new I was going to fuck this guy," she said. "She knew she wouldn't be able to keep it from happening so she did my thinking for me. She got me on birth control pills. She took me to her doctor and got a prescription for me. She bought the pills and gave them to me. She had been on the pills for several years and assured me that they worked. Still, she cautioned me for safety's sake, to make my young man use a condom when it happened."
She paused then went on. "Aunt Barb told me to tell the young man what was about to happen beforehand. She said that I should insist that he make it special. It had to happen in a bed and in a place where we would not be disturbed."
She said, "He rented a motel room and we spent the whole night together. Our first attempt was a comedy of errors. It was also the only time we ever tried to use a condom. I wasn't properly aroused and he was in too much of a hurry. He had his orgasm before he was inside me and after that, we were dealing with a limp noodle, if you know what I mean." She took a second to laugh as she remembered. I squeezed her hand again but I had the good sense not to laugh. She continued, "Later in the night we tried again and had more success. We slept some and the sun was coming up when we made our third attempt. I experienced my first orgasm with a cock buried inside me. I still have little ones when I think about it."
She lay down beside me and stretched out. I helped her snuggle close to me and pulled the covers over us. Her cool naked body felt so good to me. I had a powerful urge to fuck her but I held myself in check. I did allow myself to caress her breast and kiss her lightly. She cooed for me.
I said, "I loved your first time story. It was beautiful but I want you to talk about Linda and why you asked about Barb sharing her with you."
She giggled and said, "Oh yeah. I just wanted you to know how I became addicted to cock. You know that is Aunt Barb's diagnosis. She says I am addicted to cock. I'm sure she is right."
I laughed and said, "Lucky me."
She giggled and said, "Yeah." She squeezed the monster and then allowed her hand to move up and down his length a few times. She fondled my nuts. She said, "I never even considered having sex with a woman. I couldn't imagine being excited by someone who couldn't stuff a hard dick in me. Then about two years ago, I caught Aunt Barb kissing another woman at a party. It shocked me. I immediately labeled her as a queer or a lesbian."
She continued, "Aunt Barb knew that I had seen her. She knew that I was upset so she gave me a few days to settle down and then she came to me and made me talk to her about it. She explained bisexuality as she sees it. She doesn't think of herself as a queer, lesbian or any of the other labels. She said that if she had to choose between being with an attractive man or a woman she would always choose the man. Then she told me she didn't have to choose. She could have both."
She giggled and said, "Just as a side note. On the way up here, she explained a little bit about her relationship with you and Linda. She said that when she is with the two of you she could have both at the same time. She told me that sleeping in the middle is one of her favorite things." She paused for a second and then said, "She told me something else. I don't think she was speaking in confidence and it is something I want you to hear. She said that the best sex she has ever had in her whole life has been with you." She stopped talking.
The monster jerked in her hand and I felt him swell. My big head swelled some too. Sex with Barb had always been extra special for me too. I didn't say anything.
"Anyway," she said, "Aunt Barb is bi. I love her anyway. She said that it has been her experience that most women are bi to one degree or another. She also said that I should think about this. She said that if I never consider a woman as a lover or even a just-for-fun sex partner, I would be excluding over half the world's population from my sex life. She asked me, how many adventures would I deny myself in a lifetime?"
After a pause, she said, "Aunt Barb has always been straight with me. I believe she is being straight with me about this too. I have thought about it quite a bit. I wonder if I am missing something."
She said, "One more thing. Barb told me that Linda isn't even bi. She only lusts after men. Can you explain that to me?"
I replied, "I had a hard time figuring this out but I think, I know and I can make you understand." I took a few seconds to think about what I wanted to say. I said, "Each of us has a different personality. You and I are both dominate. We proved that earlier when we both tried to dominate each other." I paused and then said, "I won, by the way."
She giggled and wiggled closer to me. She said, "I want a rematch."
I promised her one and then continued, "Linda is a submissive. She is always submissive to me and she is submissive to her other lovers most of the time. Now we come to friends. She will be submissive to her friends most of the time. If that friend is a woman and if that friend want's to have sex with her, Linda will most often yield to her friend's wishes. Your Aunt Barb was Linda's first female sex partner. Being with women is something that Linda has come to enjoy very much on occasion and especially with Barb. She will comply with her male friends wishes much the same way. Morally she justifies all this in her mind as okay as long as she has a hall pass from me." I asked, "Can you understand?"
