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Introduction
My name is...well name's not important. Call me Ishmael-nah, just kidding. You can call me Nick. But I'm not writing this to tell you about me. I'm writing this to tell you about my girls. These are the girls I've known, the girls I've loved.
I'm a lucky man. I have a good life. I'm a musician. I've worked tours, studios, jingles, composing, songwriting, engineering and producing. My job is incredibly fun and I've made pretty good money at it. No, I'm not famous. Don't even ask. You wouldn't recognize my name if I told you.
I've had the chance to see some amazing places and meet some amazing women along the way. I'm going to tell you about some of them-not all, but some. Over the years I've slept with about three hundred women. I'm not bragging or anything, I'm just trying to make a point. My point is that the stories here are based on those girls. Some of the stories are combinations of more than one girls' tale, but that's only to keep me from writing hundreds of stories. What you're about to read is based on true events.
Whether you believe them or not doesn't make any difference to me. I got to live them so that's all I need. Now I'm an old married guy, middle age is slipping by and I'm just reminiscing about the girls I've known in my life. Don't get me wrong. I may not be chasing after girls anymore but I'm still a lucky man. I've spent over twenty years now with the same girl and I love it. I've never been happier and I've never been unfaithful. But every now and then I stop to remember....
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Rita and I went to high school together. She was a year ahead of me, but we knew a lot of the same people back then. The thing is, I never really paid any attention to her...at least not then. But when I was in my twenties I spent a summer back home taking care of a few things for my family. I bumped into her one day and she made it very obvious that I should look her up. Am I ever glad I did.
Picture a girl just barely over five feet tall with D cup breasts, a tiny waist and a heart-shaped ass that fits your hands perfectly. She was voluptuous and feminine. Childhood for Rita was a family farm and a diner that her parents owned. She worked at both from the time she was old enough to form a complete sentence. By the time I came back for the summer, her folks had passed away and left the businesses to Rita and her little sister, Gwen.
But little sister may not have been the best description for Gwen. While Rita was about five feet tall, Gwen was almost 6' tall. Gwen didn't have the lush, voluptuous look of her sister, but the same curves were there, stretched out on a longer, leaner frame. Gwen's long legs and firm, high ass were well balanced by her D cup breasts. I got hard more than once when Gwen was around. Rita wasn't stupid, she knew I wanted her little sister too. She even teased me about it a couple of times. Right in the middle of hot, sweaty sex she would talk about Gwen and how hard I'd get when she was around.
One night Gwen had another big fight with her boyfriend and was sleeping in the guest room. As Rita rode my cock, she asked me, "You want her, don't you?" When she felt my cock twitch inside her she said, "I thought so. You like those long legs of hers don't you?" That caused another twitch. "Mmmm, you'd like to have us both, wouldn't you-to have two sisters as your personal little harem."
"Hell, yes.", I said. "You want to be one of my harem girls?", I asked as I pounded into her pussy.
"Yes...yes...yes!", she screamed as she came. When she caught her breath she rolled me onto my side and with a wicked little smile said, "I'm yours to command."
Lying on my back I propped up my head on one of the endless supply of frilly little pillows that were always on her bed. "Show me why I should have you in my harem."
Staring me in the eye she slid down the bed, kissing at licking her way down my body. Then she got up on her knees and started a slow sensuous dance. Like a blend between a belly dancer and stripper she started to move. Running her hands over her luscious curves she started talking to me. "Do I please you, Sir? Am I worthy of your attentions? Do you want me to bring you other women? There's another girls down the hall who aches for your attention.'
I was halfway sitting up, but my cock was standing straight up. She knelt to rub it against her breasts and face saying, "I could bring you a new girl, Sir. I could teach her how to please you and let her join your harem if you wish."
Then I said the smartest thing I'd ever said in my life. "You don't think she can please me as well as you do you?"
With an evil laugh she said, "Probably not, but if we train her right-you never know."
"Hmmmm, that sounds tempting. I wonder if she'd be an acceptable addition to my harem? Is she gifted in any way or does she have any special skills? She might be a lovely girl...gifted by her family line. But I wonder...if she would be worthy of my time or if she would want to be with me."
"Yes, Sir. I happen to know she is a very talented lover and if you want her, just call her and she'll come to you."
"Really? And how do you know that?", I asked.
"She told me. She's been lying in her bed at night listening to us. Playing with her breasts, squeezing them, teasing the nipples until they ache. Rubbing her pretty little pussy until she's slick and wet. She's heard us and she's envious of me. She wants you. She wants to suck your long, thick cock and then climb on it and fuck herself with it." While describing this to me, Rita had been playing with my cock. As I got more and more convinced how willing she was to bring Gwen in to join us, I got harder and harder imaging the three of us together.
"Do you want to share me with Gwen-or be here with the two of us?" I asked one last time.
"Yes. When we were younger we shared a bed and there's very little you could imagine two girls doing that we haven't done. I know you want her. I'd rather share you than take a chance of losing you."
