Welcome Home

I saw them standing on the sidewalk smiling as the bus approached. They were three beautiful sisters I hadn't seen in over three months. Most of you know about Sara and Angela, having made regular appearances in my old blog. Mary was their younger sister. I had the pleasure of meeting this fine young lady last spring and we hit it off. She wanted to be used, badly, and I wanted to use her. She was proper, shy, quiet, and wore these academic glasses. But, her wicked smile and restless body language gave her away. She was a cloistered, closet nympho desperate to escape. She had read all my posts about her older sisters. She told me she was still a virgin and asked me "if there was any way I could help her with that?" I took her hands from across the table and promised that I was helpless to refuse so lovely an opportunity. But, as I found out soon after, there was a problem...

She was 17.

I explained that accepting her offer was illegal and that I was not willing to break any laws, no matter how silly and ridiculous they were. For a man with a lifestyle on the fringe, willfully breaking the law is not a good idea, even if it was a near-impossibility of being caught. Following the law, in this case, was about as difficult as any challenge this gentleman has faced in a long time.

Mary was disappointed, as it would be months until her birthday, and used the opportunity to torment me with sexy photos and messages regularly. I won't share anything delivered personally, but in the interest of telling the story, here is a piece of her blog from last April...

If you desire to put your hands on my breasts, than I want you to do that. And, if this is your desire, you should know that my body cries for your soft touch. It yearns for your lips on my bare flesh. It is ready for your open palm if you choose to spank me like some of the others, or punish me. But also, with your slightest desire, I welcome your hard, throbbing cock. As I think about this I can almost feel you inside of me as I burn for you. I can feel your power on top of me, and I wrap my legs over your back. I can smell your body, and feel your breath on my neck. We fit together so perfectly, snugly, as you push against me, into me. I know you so well, and have read about it. Your body attacks mine, first slowly, gently, and then gradually harder, then faster. You know how ready I am. So so ready, but I hold for you, suspend the lust that wells inside. It began so long ago, and I have waited and waited. But, I am ready for you, and ready exactly when you need me. By the time you pinch me I am already there, writhing, accepting the warm flood I crave so much.

Then, she included her photo...

This was taken at her house, which was just off campus. She is a brilliant photographer with a flare for self-portraits, and an excellent subject. I think knowing she was off limits was sort of an inspiration and her sisters teased me about it incessantly.

When she finally turned 18 in May, I did relieve her of her virginity, as some of you have read, and fulfilled my promise to here with care and thoroughness over several days.

Then, I left for the summer.

And, the provocations kept coming. She continued to send me pictures and wicked and descriptive seductions. But, what was most wicked was that she now had something in common with her sisters. I had taken their virginity, all three, and as the summer progressed, they became quite close. Quite intimate indeed. The three would get together and photograph each other kissing, touching, licking each other. Ruthless. They even had a little dildo (called "Little Magnus"), that they would play with to show me what I was missing. It was awful, as I was relatively isolated. It was like a constant prison, yet I was obsessed with checking my inbox.

So, when I saw the three waiting for me on the sidewalk, I was a carnivorous animal. I was primed to commit savage, vile acts that are shameful and depraved. But, that would have to wait. Also waiting at the bus stop was were my parents. Ug. I hugged the girls first, who were right at the door. Sara whispered something in my ear that I couldn't really understand, but got the gist. Anyway, I waved them goodbye to go have burgers and malts with my family. You can't exactly tell your mom, "hey, I really can't do dinner. I've got to go have a foursome with these sisters."

I got back later that night, and it was late, but they were waiting for me in my house. They were seated in the living room chatting and drinking tea! They were fully clothed and greeted me casually. They picked up their bags and kissed me on the cheek as they left. They said it had been a long day and they were tired. (I know it had been a long day. They were texting me nude photos for hours.) So, I walked downstairs, into my room, and started blogging about all this...

I am a wild beast in need of raw meat. Rachel is gone, Heather is out, and Vanessa is away. I am seated in my chair in front of my computer, alone, and my cock is about to tear through my jeans. I will not be tempted. I will not give in, but it will take more strength than ever before.

Just then, I heard the door open outside and footsteps clomping down the stairs. I didn't turn around. I knew it was them. I continued typing in real time, the events as they happened...

I hear them walking down the stairs. Reader, it is them, I can tell. I am enraged with desire, but continue to type, ignoring them completely. Perhaps I am defiant. Perhaps I am getting even, but now they are close, and reading every word I type as they place their fingers on my shoulders and arms. They are asking me if I missed them, and I did. They are asking me if there is anything they can do for me, and there is. I don't need to ask. Sara has crawled under the table and now she is stroking my crotch. My erection is obvious, and she unbuckles my belt, unbuttons my jeans, and slowly pulls my zipper down. Mary and Angie are standing behind me dictating as I write. Sara pulls my cock out of my pants and I feel her soft hands massage it gently. I am aroused, relieved, comforted, enticed. I feel my heart begin to pound. I sense the sex begin to consume the entire room. I can smell them. Their hair, their bodies. I am driven to want. As Sara's sloppy hand wanks me I ask Mary and Angie to remove their clothing, and they both begin pulling up their shirts. I know their bodies well. They are freakishly nubile for their age and the way they moved as they undress is similar and intoxicating. It has been so long since I have seen them in person. I soak in the sight of their smooth pale flesh. They pulled off their bras and then their pants and wiggle out of their panties. They are such good girls, and I want Sara to slow down and squeeze harder. Mary reads as I write and tells Sara to do so. She does. I want her to worship that cock. Mary translates. Her wicked slow hands now feel like magic, soft fuck machines and her lips graze my tip. I have been with all three, but never at the same time, although I have been anticipating it for months. Mary and Angie are now kissing, roving their hands delicately over one another, making little noises. Reader, it is just you and me now again. I wonder who I will fuck first. Sara is the most vicious. She has been doing pussy exercises and claims she can squeeze my cock off. I'm afraid. It's a good fear. I will finish with her. Angie is the middle child. She is kissing Mary passionately and touching her breasts and arms. Angie seems lost in Mary. Mary is the youngest and most innocent, but dangerously horny all the time with a crazy imagination. You'd never guess it by her glasses and sweet smile. Her hand is between her legs and her eyes are closed. I know she wants to be fucked the most. Time to fuck her. Time to stand up, lay Mary on the bed and give it to her hard...

Mary was lost in her sweet, sexy world when I held her and guided her relaxed, naked body onto the bed. She is movable, like soft clay, and her skin and scent invokes a special kind of insanity within me. I touched her body and told her to remember that I needed all of her, every thought in her mind and every bit of her body. I needed her to let go completely for this and focus on nothing but me, my words, my body, my cock that had slowly slipped between her hot, wet lips. I held it there and spoke softly into her ear. I told to make her body ready for me. I held her breast and told her to remember how much she needs my hard cock inside her, and that it would only go any further if she was ready. I asked her if she wanted my cock. She said "yes" in a breathy voice. I pushed a little and stopped. She continued: "Oh, Magnus, please fuck my pussy. Please." She is consistently polite. I pushed and she shuddered and I felt like I was going to cum, but somehow didn't as I began to fuck her. She was a burning flood inside at first, and then embraced me as she fell so deep into a mysterious ecstasy. After a minute her body was the perfect tool of sexual gratification, and she moved with me, breathing deeply and seemed to almost be crying. She was tight silk around me. It was too much. I squeezed her side. I was going to cum, and just then she was tense and I felt my cock somehow pushed out of her. As she was writhing I wanked my load over her breasts and belly. Sara and Angie approved and held Mary's hand. After a minute Mary rubbed her finger over her belly and tasted my cum, playing with it on her lips. She enjoys the taste of my cum, and is sort of obsessed with it, which drives me crazy. I begin taking pictures of her imbibing on my cum and Sara and Angie partake, and it's this glorious feast.

Then I fall on my back beside Mary and we relax for a few minutes. They rub the last of my gift into their bodies and Angie wraps her lips over my flaccid cock. It soon responds and then she straddles me and we begin a long and satisfying evening of joyous lovemaking. I will leave this to your imagination...

Thus was my welcome home, and I am so grateful for my precious sisters and all their sexy wickedness. Love and kisses and soft kisses all over your body.

I know what you're asking...where are the pictures. Well, I'm afraid I must be sparing with photos on this blog, but might send them upon request (if you promise NOT to reblog them!)