("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text












Archive name: navy.txt (M+/F, wife, inc, nc?)
Authors name: Willie Bill (LIBERTYES@prodigy.net)
Story title : Navy Bride

------------------------------------------------------
-= This work is copyrighted to the author © 2000. =-
Please do not remove the author information or make
any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
------------------------------------------------------

Navy Bride (M+/F, wife, sister-turns-slut, inc, nc?)
by William Will Willie Bill (LIBERTYES@prodigy.net)

*

Bill and I were married the day before he went into the 
Navy, then 13 months later Bill shipped out...the Navy 
shipped him to a never-never place in the far Pacific. 
It was to be the last time I would see him for three 
years. 

That's when I went back to live with my parents.
After Bill had been gone a month or more, I began to 
long for that wonderful sexual release I'd become so 
used too, and tried to remember exactly how many times 
we had slept together. Seven times before he went to 
boot camp, three times when he was going from boot camp 
to gunnery school, and twice just before he shipped 
out. 

We had been married for more than a year and I had only 
slept (had sex with) my husband a grand total of ten 
times! I had never had sex with anybody else before 
Bill unless you include those childish encounters with 
my girlfriend, Beth.

*

When I was a girl of twelve, Beth used to spend the 
night with me during the summer. We'd make our bed on 
the ground out in the back yard and have a ball. Silly 
laughing and joking as young girls will do, pillow 
fights, stripping naked and each daring the other to 
run around the house nude after midnight, we did it 
all.

One warm July night we had both raced madly around the 
house naked, even out to the deserted street, and then 
back to our pallet, hugging each other and collapsing 
on the ground, me on top of Beth. Almost at once we 
could feel each other down there. My clit against her 
clit, an accident to be sure, but what a marvelous 
accident! Neither of us said a word, but Beth moved a 
little, then I moved. We rotated our hips, grinding 
pelvis to pelvis until our breathing became ragged and 
we could feel each other's contractions. I rolled off 
and lay on my back next to her, breathing hard, but 
still and silent, as was she.

After about five minutes I felt Beth take my hand, the 
one nearest to her, and place it squarely on her pussy. 
Then, leaving my hand on her now aroused, moist, hot 
cunt, she put her hand on my pussy and did to me what 
she obviously wanted me to do to her. We got each other 
off several times that night. For whatever reason, we 
never did it together again, and we never acknowledged 
in words that it had ever happened, but I (and probably 
Beth, too) began to masturbate quite often. It was a 
part of becoming a woman I suppose.

*

After Bill left, two years of unfulfilled sexual desire 
dragged by. If ever a wife needed a good screwing it 
was me. But alas, it wasn't to be. I dreamed of a 
handsome prince who would come and fill my great need. 
Mack, my brother, had been fourteen when Bill went to 
sea, now he was sixteen and drinking, wrecking the 
family car now and then, and generally making a real 
mess of his life. I couldn't understand it. He was a 
good-looking young man, popular, and more than one girl 
had a crush on him. Still, he ran with a wild bunch of 
boys who more often than not caused trouble for our Dad 
and Mom.

One evening in early autumn, after the leaves were in 
full color, the folks went to the theater and I was 
home alone. Suddenly, Mack came staggering through the 
front door, drunk as usual. I was in the living room 
just tidying up before going to bed, and I had nothing 
on but a flimsy gown. "Well, well, what have we here," 
Mack roared drunkenly, "A lovely damsel waiting for 
little ole' me!" 

Before I could move or react at all he grabbed me and 
began hugging and kissing me, feeling me up and 
massaging my buttocks. I struggled, but his hands were 
all over my body. One hand was in my crotch, the other 
tore off my gown.

"Mack," I screamed, "I'm you're sister!" It did no 
good. He was so fast that I never knew what hit me, I 
was on my back and his cock was pumping into me.

As I said before, my need was great. I remember hating
myself for reacting so, but after only a moment or so 
of struggling I gave in and  clamped my legs around his 
heaving butt and lifted my haunches up to meet his wild 
thrusts. I found out some time later that his 
masturbatory dream girl had always been me! He had been 
fantasizing fucking me for years! Now, it was actually 
happening. 

I had heard that some men attain great staying power 
when drunk, for some reason it's hard for them to come. 
Such was the case with Mack that night. He fucked me 
longer than I had ever thought possible, and my need 
culminated in orgasm after shattering orgasm. 

Obviously, the answer to my great need was living right 
here in the same house with me. An illicit answer, to 
be sure.

Having fucked me once, drunk or not, Mack left me with 
no defense, not that I wanted one if the truth be 
known. I had become desperate, and once the deed had 
been done, I rationalized that no more harm could come 
whether it happened once or thousands of times.

Mack, for his part, fantasized that I wanted him as 
often as possible. He was probably right. For the next 
year my brother became my lover, a very good lover, a 
dreamed of live in lover. My parents never caught on. 

The nearest they came was one day when mom said to me, 
"Mack looks at you like he could eat you, don't you 
think you ought to be more careful how you dress when 
he's around?" My face went fiery red, and I mumbled in 
agreement. 

My parents and sister took a weekend trip out to the 
surrounding country sit in search of antiques at old 
farms and the like. This left Mack and me alone in the 
house. Taking advantage of their absence, Mack went out 
with his buddies to do some drinking. I was worried 
about him, fearful he'd get into a serious accident or 
something, so I waited up for him to come home.

I guess I fell asleep on the couch in the living room. 
I was roused by the front door bursting open. My eyes 
flew open to see Mack weaving like a sunflower in a 
spring wind, and his buddy, Jim, leering at my lightly 
clad body. "Hey, honey," Mack slurred, I told ole' Jim 
here I'd share your gorgeous body with him. You know, I 
was broke and he bought drinks all night...least I 
could do, huh?"

I was dumbfounded. Jumping to my feet, I raced for the 
bedroom, but Mack and Jim followed me in. The ironic 
thing about this was that in the early evening after 
Mack had gone out, I had started to remember some of 
the things about sex I had enjoyed with both Bill and 
Mack. 

I remember thinking I wish it were possible to have 
them both at once. I loved to feel their pubic hair and 
slide my hand around until I touched their cockhead, 
and loved feeling their cock grow, and the feeling of 
penis skin sliding as I grasped their growing prick and 
slid my hand up and down until they were wild to get 
into me.

Now, Mack and Jim were in my bedroom, all three of us 
naked, me begging them to leave and Mack pinning my 
shoulders to the bed while Jim's tongue was lapping at 
my now heated cunt. His warm, moist mouth clamped on my 
clit was driving me crazy with desire for sex. God, I 
knew it was wrong, wrong, but my motor was running now, 
it was happening just as my brother had known it would. 
Grinning, he said, "See what I mean, Jim? All ya gotta 
do is touch the button and she becomes the hottest fuck 
in town."

I was mortally embarrassed, but Mack was right, my 
motor was running and I didn't care what either of them 
did or said so long as they both fucked me. Fucked me 
long and hard! I was a little worried, because Jim had 
the reputation of being very rough.

They soon had me across the bed with Jim kneeling 
between my legs licking and kissing my cunt while 
brother Mack, on the other side of the bed was 
astraddle my head, thrusting his cock into my mouth. 
Ooooh! What feelings rippled through me! 

Jim couldn't stand it anymore, and got up on the bed 
and slid his cock into my very slick vagina, and I was 
in heaven with one man fucking my mouth and the other 
my pussy. I could feel Mack coming and almost as soon 
as he did, he flopped over on the bed and passed out. 

Jim got off of me, for some reason acting very angry, 
and taking my hand, led me into the dining room next to 
the table, then went into the kitchen, first roughly 
telling me not to move.

I was shocked speechless when he returned with a 
butcher knife in his hand, I thought he was going to 
kill me, but then said, "I'm not perverted, and I won't 
hurt you if you do what I say. But damn it, you do what 
I say." He then told me to keep my feet on the floor 
and lie back on the table and spread my legs, and 
waving the knife in front of my face, he shouted, 
"Spread them wider!" As I did he stepped between them 
and knelt and went down on me, all the while letting 
the knife touch my inner legs. 

I tried to think how much I hated him for doing this, 
but I felt myself becoming more and more excited. I 
closed my eyes and twisted from side to side, as if 
trying to get away from his tongue, though I really 
wanted his tongue to touch all parts of the inside of 
my vagina. I was getting so excited, somehow the threat 
of the knife was exciting more, and I couldn't help 
grabbing his head and pulling it into me, pulling his 
tongue in as much as possible. And then I came, over 
and over again.

He got on top of me then and said in a rough voice, 
"Put it in." I was eager to do anything he said. With 
one hand I held my pussy lips open, with the other I 
guided his throbbing cock right into my gaping cunt. 
His cock wasn't any bigger around than average, but was 
long and slim.

I wanted very badly to feel it all the way up inside of 
me. In just a few thrusts I felt him coming, and I came 
again, too. I felt the cold steel of the knife against 
one of my legs, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me, and all 
I could think about was his long prick, long and slim, 
all the way up inside me, and I came and came again. 
Then he left.

I was so turned on then that I couldn't stop. I got a 
glass of cold water and went in and poured it on Mack's 
face, instantly bringing him alive again. I placed his 
hand on my now seething pussy and was gratified to see 
his cock also coming alive. It grew and grew until it 
stood like a mighty oak. With a sigh, I straddled him 
and sank down over his hard shaft, kissing him, feeling 
his tongue darting into my mouth, I came almost at 
once.

I know it must sound crazy, but I wanted more and more, 
so was delighted when right then Jim returned with 
Billy and Gordon, both a year younger than Mack.

END

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Kristen's collection - Directory 6