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Anger - 2
by Ragsthetiger (ragsthetiger@netscape.net)

***

J.L. and Terry increase the ties that bind, and think 
of adoption. (MF-teens, inc, orgy)

***

Part 2: Return of the Son of the Sequel

It's been about a month since the reunion with my baby 
sister Terry. And it's been a busy, busy month for the 
both of us.


She has school and still works at the Pink Pony strip 
club to make tuition money. Not to mention how much of 
her free time is taken up with keeping me calm and 
pacified.

I have my work on post, which keeps me pretty well 
occupied most of the time. And for a little extra money 
I took over bouncing for Marco while he recovers from 
his injuries. Old guys take longer to heal I guess. 
Things have been quiet, bouncer-wise, since my little 
run in with the college jocks last month. Word has 
spread up and down the strip that you don't want to act 
up in the Pony. Suits me just fine. I don't need to get 
any more wound up than I usually am.

Two weeks back, after a very sweaty and raunchy bout 
with Terry, we lay on the floor of her apartment, her 
back against my chest, her hips snugged up tight 
against my groin, my cock still hard and buried in her 
dripping pussy, my leg thrown up over her legs and 
tugging her back even harder against me.

I basked in the relaxing calm that, at least for me, 
always follows sex. I wasn't tired or sleepy, just very 
much at peace with the world. I crave this kind of 
feeling the way junkies crave the high they get from 
their drug of choice. 

I nuzzled Terry's neck and kissed her behind the ear, 
licking down from there to the juncture of her jaw and 
throat. The arm she wasn't laying on was directing my 
hand to stroke and caress her belly, then drifted up to 
cup one firm and tender breast, then tease and taunt 
its tired little nipple.

"Terry?" I said, very softly.

"Hmmmm?" she mumbled drowsily. She wiggled her 
wonderful ass back against me, trying for a little more 
depth of penetration from my slowly shrinking member.

"I love you," I whispered.

I could feel her eyelids snap open. Her entire body, 
only an instant before had been limp and exhausted, but 
now I could feel every single muscle and tendon go 
taut. 

"You what?" her voice was a little raspy and more than 
a little wary.

"I love you, little sister. I love you, lover. I love 
you, Terry."

"How long has it been since you came?"

"Maybe five minutes."

"And you love me?"

"Yes."

"You don't feel love, Jerry Lee. You don't have 
feelings like most people."

"I know that."

"You can't love me."

"I do love you."

"How do you know it isn't just lust?"

"Because I just came about five minutes ago and I 
haven't fallen asleep yet. I can't stop thinking about 
you, I want to hold you like this till the universe 
tears itself apart...and I want to marry you."

She made a sound like hissing in reverse, and then I 
could feel her shoulders begin to shake a little and 
tiny sobbing sounds worked their way out of her chest.

I pulled out of her and sat up, scooped her up in my 
arms, settled her on my lap, wrapped her up in my arms 
and held her tightly while she cried into my chest.

After a while she calmed down enough to talk.

"You mean it? You want to marry me?"

"Yeah, I mean it."

She smiled up at me, a little weakly. I think I really 
came out of the blue with this one and she was in no 
way ready for it.

"How can we get married?" 

"There are ways, my darling girl. All you need are the 
right contacts in low places. It shouldn't take more 
than a week or so to get the necessary paperwork 
assembled. Then we're off to the wedding chapel of your 
choice."

"Sounds kinda kinky," she giggled. 

I wiped the tears from her beautiful face and kissed 
her long and hard. "Just say the word, baby girl, and 
I'll start the wheels moving," I said after she 
released my tongue from between her teeth.

"Say it again, please?" she pleaded. 

I smiled. "I love you, Terry. Will you marry me?"

She shivered in my arms, then threw her own around my 
neck and hugged me till I thought my head might pop 
off. Her lips were against my ear and I could feel her 
breath scald my lobe.

"I love you so much, Jerry Lee. Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

**

So, I got the paperwork, giving my little sister a new 
identity (not nearly as difficult as it's made out to 
be, just expensive) she would use as my wife. Driver's 
License, birth certificate and Social Security card. 
She'd only need them for dealing with life as Mrs. 
Lewis. For everything else she could keep her own 
identity. 

With new ID in hand we took off for Las Vegas and got 
married. We had a lovely three day honeymoon; seeing 
the shows, doing a bit of gambling and of course lots 
and lots of fucking. 



Then we came back home and continued with our lives, 
lives mostly unchanged from what they had been before 
we went off and got married.

Then one night, as we were leaving the Pink Pony, Terry 
started asking me some very odd questions.

"Hon?" she began.

"What's up Baby?"

"Have you thought about our little family unit much?"

"In what way?"

There was a long pause.

"Would you like to have a child?" she replied finally.

"I had a vasectomy years back, baby. I never wanted to 
take the chance of passing on my little quirk." I told 
her. We'd discussed this before, I was pretty sure. 
I've always been very upfront with the women I fuck on 
this point.

"I know. But there are other ways to...expand our 
family."

I knew she had something in mind long before now. My 
little sister is a thinker and a planner. 

I stopped at the driver side of our truck and leaned up 
against the door. I looked down into the pale gray-
green eyes of my lover/sister/wife and heaved a sigh.

"Okay, out with it. What have you got on your devious 
mind?"

"I think we should adopt a child."

"Keep going..." I said.

Terry turned back towards the strip club we had just 
left for the night and waved her arm, indicating 
someone should come to us.

Out of the shadows emerged a young woman. I recognized 
her as Leah, one of the dancers who worked with Terry.

Leah is a very pretty girl, shorter than me by about 
three inches, lean, but not skinny. Her black hair 
compliments vibrant violet eyes set in a heart shaped 
face that is enhanced by a slightly upturned button 
nose and full generous lips. Her skin is the color of 
coffee that's had a bit too much milk mixed in and her 
body is that of a gymnast; slim hips and shoulders, 
small tight tits and a round hard butt. Of all the 
girls who work at the Pony, she is probably the second 
best dancer, next to Terry.

Leah approached us cautiously, standing next to Terry, 
who put one arm around her shoulders and hugged her. On 
stage Leah is a dynamo, full of energy, fire and 
passion. Off stage she is a scared little mouse, and I 
think maybe I intimidated the hell out of her.

I turned to Terry, a puzzled look on my face.

"You want us to adopt Leah?"

Leah hung her head and stared at her feet. Terry kept 
her arm around Leah's shoulders and stroked her gently, 
protectively. My sister looked at me and nodded.

"Leah has been lying about her age to work here. She's 
only fifteen. She ran away from her family to escape 
being abused by her father and uncle."

Leah raised her head and faced me directly, her eyes 
showing some of the fire I'd seen in them while on 
stage.

"I only want a place where I can feel safe." She said 
softly.

"Does she know?" I asked my sister.

"I told her, yes."

"And you think you'll feel safe with us? With ME?" I 
asked Leah.

"I saw what you did to protect Terry. There's nothing I 
wouldn't do to have someone who would do that for me, 
who would WANT to do that for me." Her voice was so 
faint I could barely make out the words.

I looked into Terry's eyes, for some clue, some hint as 
to where this was heading. Not seeing a thing there 
aside from firmness and defiance, I found myself 
suddenly alone and needing to think clearly. Shit, this 
was shaping up into a battle of wills between me and 
Terry and I could feel my senses getting sharper, my 
skin got tighter and the buzzing of nerve endings began 
to feed me data from everywhere. My close cropped hair 
stood on end, I could feel my muscles bunch and swell. 

I couldn't believe my own little sister had gone and 
gotten me this wound up. The anger inside began to 
bubble and roil, slopping over the edges of the 
infinitely bottomless pit that resides at the center of 
my being.

I could feel Terry tense up as she watched me. She knew 
the signs. Damnit, she knew exactly what she was doing. 
She clasped Leah closer and I could feel she was ready 
to step between the two of us to protect the girl. 

I could feel the fear and pain and hurt that had become 
such an ingrained part of Leah's existence. I could 
feel her spirit sagging, only barely held in place by 
the comforting presence of Terry's arm. 

I heaved a long and heavy sigh and tried to relax my 
body as much as possible.

"Well, if I can manage to marry my own dear sweet, 
manipulative little sister I don't see why I can't 
arrange to adopt a fifteen year old daughter."

Terry's face went from stubborn and defiant to bright 
and loving. She squealed with delight and threw herself 
at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my 
face, neck and down to what skin wasn't covered by my 
shirt. 

"I love you sooooo much!" she giggled, continuing to 
smother me with kisses and squeezing my neck.

"I love you too, Baby." And I gathered her to me in a 
bear hug. 

After a few moments of this we released each other and 
I glanced over at Leah who was watching us with a 
wistful expression on her face.

"It is so amazing to watch the two of you together, to 
see how much you care for each other."

Terry smiled at the girl who, to my eyes, began to look 
younger and younger as the minutes passed. How could I 
have ever thought she was old enough to be working as a 
stripper?

"Come here silly," Terry said to Leah, "and give your 
new momma and poppa a hug."

Leah dropped her backpack and came over and joined our 
little hug-fest. I found myself nearly sandwiched 
between the two of them, but I did notice a little 
extra caressing of backs and butts between the two of 
them. I began to second guess my acceptance of this 
arrangement.

Nobody messes with what's mine. Nobody, no-how... I 
don't give a damn how cute.

But Terry wanted this, for whatever reason. And I 
wanted her to be happy. As much as my gut was telling 
me to lash out in defense of what was mine, I 
discovered a real need to wait and discover what she 
was up to. I trusted her, I loved her. I had to trust 
she knew what she was doing. I could feel myself 
getting even more wound up, tighter and tighter. 

"Uh oh..." Terry hissed. She could feel my tension 
build. It's always amazed me how she can feel what I'm 
feeling.

"We've got to get you home and calmed down, fast." My 
sister/lover said to me.

"Yeah, I think that might be a really good idea." I 
rasped back. "You'd better drive; I don't think we'll 
be too safe with me behind the wheel."

I gave Terry the keys and the three of us piled in to 
the truck, Terry behind the wheel, Leah in the middle 
and me leaning against the passenger side door.

On the ride back to Terry's apartment I mostly kept my 
head out the window letting the wind do what it could 
to cool my over heated blood. But I could also fell 
Leah's thigh pressing against mine. I looked down into 
her heart shaped face and I heard her whisper to me: 
"Thank you."

I reached over and gave her thigh a little squeeze and 
a pat.

We got to the apartment and I launched myself onto the 
loveseat. 

Terry hustled Leah inside and locked the door behind 
her, then escorted her to one of the big beanbag 
chairs. A big blue thing with a nice clear view of the 
loveseat

"I've explained to Leah about your little condition and 
what I do to relieve it. But I think she might be a 
little shocked by actually seeing this." she said to me 
over her shoulder.

"Just remember, Leah" she said turning back to the 
young girl, "J.L. will never do anything to you against 
your will. He's not like your dad or uncle. Not 
anything like them."

Leah nodded that she understood. At that, Terry turned 
and hurried to kneel between my legs and began 
unbuckling and unzipping my pants. With a little help 
from me she slipped my pants down over my hips and then 
inhaled my cock into her warm wet mouth.

Her lips slid up and down the shaft while one hand 
cupped my balls and tenderly squeezed them, and the 
other hand caressed my inner thigh, occasionally 
slipping a finger below my balls to press against my 
asshole.

I sucked air in between my clenched teeth. My hands 
grasped Terry's shoulders, massaging her neck muscles, 
working down her back then pulling up along her 
ribcage, dragging her shirt up at the same time.

Terry bobbed her head up and down, face fucking herself 
on my cock and pulling me closer and closer to the calm 
river flow that I so desperately desired.

"Baby, I'm there!" I growled, to give her warning.

She removed her mouth but continued to work my slick 
shaft with one hand while the other was pressing harder 
and harder against my ass. She finally managed to slip 
one finger in to the second knuckle and I exploded. Cum 
shot up in a great arc, some of it landing on Terry's 
hair, some on her back. 

A second round hit her in the face, sliding down over 
her lips and chin to dribble off and end up on the 
front of her shirt. I could hear Leah moan softly to 
herself in the background. The third and fourth 
contractions didn't have the power of the first two and 
just drooled over her hand and pooled around the base 
of my cock.

"God, what a mess you've made of me, lover." Terry 
groused, examining the wet spots all over her shirt. 
"I'd better get cleaned up before we continue."

She got to her feet and gave the head of my cock a 
little pat, smiling at me.

"Be back in a few, sweetie." She said.

I raised my eyebrows in a question. I go no reply as 
Terry headed into the back where the bathroom and 
bedroom were, leaving me and my cock and Leah alone in 
the living room.

Terry had never felt the need to clean up after getting 
a little jizz on her before... just what the hell was 
my sexy little mink up to?

Leah eyeballed my still hard cock then braced herself 
to talk to me.

"How many times do you have to cum before you calm 
down?" she asked quietly.

I thought about that for a bit.

"It's not about how often I cum. The more I fuck, the 
more relaxed I get. As far as I know, I don't ever have 
to cum. I just need to fuck for one or two hours; 
that's usually enough to do the trick."

"Is that why you used to go from club to club all the 
time?"

"Yeah. I wasn't looking for love or anything like that, 
just someone to fuck."

"I've been working at the Pony for over eight months... 
you never hit on me." The way she said it, it was more 
of a question than a statement.

"Believe me, if I hadn't met up with Terry again, I'd 
have gotten around to you."

"If you had asked, I'd have said yes." She said softly, 
and looked me in the eyes.

Ahhh... so this is what my sweet, sexy, and slightly 
sick little sister has in mind.

I nodded to myself. "Why don't you sit over here with 
me, Leah?"

Leah had a brief internal discussion, then got off the 
beanbag chair and took a seat next to me on the 
loveseat.

"You're still really tense, huh?"

"Yeah, still pretty wound up, but better than when we 
first got here."

"I could help..." she offered.

I was about to have one of those moments that would 
endear me to my shrink, if I ever actually told him 
about any of this.

"Sweet Pea, you don't have to DO anything. Terry and I 
agreed. You can stay and be a part of our warped little 
family group. You don't need to earn a place. You have 
a place. Besides, I only NEED my sister to calm me down 
these days. My days of hunting pussy up and down the 
strip are over."

I put an arm around her shoulders and tucked her in to 
the side of my chest. I kissed her forehead and 
whispered to her: "Your safe now and it won't cost you 
a thing."

And I'll be damned if I didn't start to feel protective 
of this girl. Of course it would have been much more 
like a Hallmark moment if my engorged cock hadn't been 
waving in the air at the same time.

Leah broke free of my arm and grabbed my stiff dick 
with both hands and began kissing and licking the head.

Ah well, so much for noble intentions.

Leah was wearing a loose fitting green jogging suit, so 
it didn't take much for me to slide the pants over her 
hips and down past her knees leaving her with the top 
on and a pair of thong panties. It didn't take long for 
the thong to join her pants at her knees. While she 
worked her mouth on my cock, my hand worked her ass 
cheeks, kneading her hard little globes between my 
strong fingers, sliding digits along the dampening 
crevice that led to her cunt lips. 

Leah sucked, I probed. She licked, I caressed. She 
kissed and I reached around and diddled her clit. Leah 
slid off the loveseat and worked her way between my 
legs on her knees, never letting my cock free of her 
mouth or her hands. Her bare butt bobbed and wiggled 
and bounced while her mouth and hands played my 
throbbing rod like a trombone. She was sucking me like 
my sister did. In the dark I'd be hard pressed to tell 
the difference in their technique.

Then Terry came out of the bedroom and her eyes took in 
Leah and her bouncing butt. Terry was wearing one of my 
full length robes and had a leather belt in her hands.

"So, momma leaves the room for a few minutes and little 
Leah starts sucking on poppa's dick." Terry actually 
sounded angry and hurt. I had no idea she was such a 
good actress.

Oh yeah, I had been royally set up.

Terry strode up to Leah, who was still going to town on 
my cock, reared back with the belt and lashed it across 
the girl's naked ass.

The cracking sound it made was nothing compared to the 
shudder and ripple effect that traveled from Leah's ass 
thru her body to my cock, which was pretty much lodged 
at the base of her throat. I felt, more than heard, her 
moan of pain, but she didn't stop sucking on me for an 
instant. More importantly, at least from my point of 
view, I sustained no damage from clenching teeth.

 
"Somebody really needs to be punished." Terry said with 
a very matter of fact tone, and smacked Leah across the 
cheeks with the belt again.

Leah whimpered with pain, but kept her mouth working up 
and down my cock. I could feel the effort she put into 
not clamping down on my shaft with her teeth. I could 
also tell how much she was getting off on the 
spanking/sucking combination.

What I found really surprising was how much my sweet 
little sister was getting into playing the 
disciplinarian. I would never have suspected that she 
harbored a sadistic streak.

Terry lashed out again with the leather strap, and this 
time Leah not only whimpered but actually moaned and 
wiggled her butt in response. Her tongue flicked over 
my glans faster and faster as I felt the heat of her 
body increase and the hot tears from her weeping eyes 
fell onto my belly.

Terry, belt in hand, turned around and headed back into 
the bedroom. She wasn't gone nearly as long this time.

I wiped the tears from Leah's face with my hands and 
smoothed her hair back. The young girl never stopped 
working her mouth and tongue on my cock.

"It's okay, sweet pea." I whispered softly to her as I 
ran my fingers thru her hair. "You're safe now. We'll 
keep you safe and loved."

At these words, Leah slowed her ministrations and 
looked up into my eyes and I swear she managed to smile 
at me with her mouth full.

Then Terry reemerged from the back room. And brother 
was she a sight to behold. 

Stark naked, hair untied and flowing around her bare 
shoulders and down her back, sometimes falling down in 
front of her hiding those perky little tits I love so 
much. Well, not quite naked. She was wearing a strap-on 
harness that hung around her hips with straps that ran 
between her legs. It looked a little like a leather 
jockstrap.

And hanging from this leather harness was a monster 
dildo at least ten inches in length, and about three 
and a half inches around. When she walked the dark 
colored mock cock wiggled around like a living thing. 
In her hand was a bottle of baby oil, which she was 
squirting liberally into her open palm. 

Terry took up a position behind Leah, who was still 
kneeling between my legs, and proceeded to take a 
kneeling position between Leah's legs. She took her 
oily hand and inserted two fingers into what I assume 
was Leah's pussy and began pushing in and out in a 
furious sawing motion. The hand that held the bottle of 
oil began dribbling the slick substance out all over 
the smaller girl's burnished butt cheeks.

Leah moaned and groaned and ground her hips back 
against my little sister's intrusive fingers. Her 
attention was no longer focused on my cock. Her head 
came up and her mouth came off of me as she began to 
cry out loud for the first time since Terry began her 
assaults.

"Ohhhhh, goddddddd!" Leah wailed. I couldn't tell if it 
was a cry of pain or pleasure. I'm not sure she knew 
either.

Terry lubed up the huge dildo with the oil she's spread 
all over Leah's ass, then using one hand to hold the 
jiggling thing steady, shoved it into Leah's slicked up 
and dripping cunt.

The poor little thing's eyes got as wide as saucers and 
the expression on her face went from shock, to terror, 
to amazement and then to pure lust. Her eyes glazed 
over and her face went slack. She collapsed face first 
into my lap, her arms draped over my thighs, her cheek 
rested heavily against my lonesome and abandoned dick. 
Her lips made fluttering little efforts to kiss my 
softening member, but she just couldn't muster up the 
strength to get close enough for contact.

Terry was thrusting her hips back and forth with what 
appeared to be limitless energy, occasionally bringing 
one hand down hard against one of Leah's already 
glowing cheeks.

"Yes...oh yes...harder momma, harder... I've been 
bad... so bad." the girl mumbled in her delirium.

I raised an eyebrow and gave a questioning look to my 
rampant little sister.

"Leah needs to be punished for what she sees as sinful 
behavior. It's how she was brought up. She also has a 
submissive nature. She needs this kind of treatment to 
feel safe and secure... and even loved." Terry told me 
softly, not missing a single stroke in the process.

"I see... so you are the dominating mother figure?"

My sweet little sister rammed her hips, and by 
extension the monster dildo, deeper and harder into the 
sopping wet cunt of our prospective daughter.

"Yup, that's my role in our little family dynamic."

"And what, I'm the loving but indulgent protector slash 
father figure?"

Terry smiled warmly at me. "You are who you are. You 
can't change who and what you are Jerry Lee and I 
wouldn't want you to if you could. Just be you for the 
both of us and that'll be all either of us needs."

I stroked Leah's head as she lay in my lap, moaning and 
groaning and whimpering softly.

"It's okay, sweet pea. Momma loves you." I said in as 
comforting a voice as I could manage.

"MMmmmmm-hmmmmm. She sure does." Leah hummed, her voice 
on low vibrate that started my cock back on the rise.

Terry had stopped her thrusting and pulled out of 
Leah's soggy cunt. The jelly-like dildo made a slurping 
kind of sound as it popped free of her clenching lips, 
and Leah made a whining little mew in the back of her 
throat.

Terry applied fresh new oil to the dark appendage and 
then placed it against Leah's anus and forced it in.

"NOOOOOOO!" the little girl screamed into my crotch, 
wrapped her arms around my waist and held on for dear 
life.

Terry grabbed hold of the girl's hips and used them as 
leverage to force more of the slippery rubber menace 
into the depths of Leah's back door.

I patted Leah's sweat drenched head, wiped tears from 
her sobbing face, massaged her lower back and hips to 
ease some of the pain she had to be feeling, and 
generally did what I could to relax her and make her 
feel more comfortable, more secure.

Terry rode the girl's ass like a cowboy would ride a 
bronco at a rodeo. And with each brutal thrust of her 
hips she slapped her hand hard against an exposed butt 
cheek.

I have to admit that I was feeling a bit left out of 
this little emotional drama.

I unlocked Leah's arms from around my waist and lifter 
her off my lap and eased out from under her, setting 
her head and chest on the loveseat cushion. I got up 
and stretched my knotted up back and leg muscles. Then, 
curious, I walked around behind the two girls and 
watched as my sister fucked the hell out of Leah's ass.

I watched as my sister's but flexed and clenched, 
moving back and forth. Reaching down I picked up the 
half empty bottle of baby oil and squeezed a bit out 
onto my cock and worked the lubrication around. I took 
up a position behind Terry, squirted more of the oil 
into my hand, dropped the bottle and rubbed my hands 
together, getting them both slicked up. 

Reaching down began to massage Terry's exposed ass with 
my oily hands. I love her ass. The skin is so smooth, 
the muscles under the skin are so firm and taut, but 
yielding to my touch. I slid one hand deep between her 
cheeks and down the crack of that glorious ass to the 
entrance of her cunt. One finger slipped between the 
folds of her lower lips and dipped deep into her pussy.

"Ooooooh...that's nice, so nice." Terry purred. Then 
she raised a hand and smacked Leah's glowing red ass 
one more time.

I kept working my finger inside her, and started 
tweaking a rock hard little nipple as well.

"Ahhhhhh! Damn Jerry Lee, you sure know how to get a 
girl riled!"

"Baby, you ain't even seen riled... yet." I snarled 
back.

I removed my finger from her pussy and slid it back up 
the crack between her cheeks until it came to rest 
against her asshole. I swirled it around and around the 
tight little ring of muscle, getting it wetter and 
slicker. I then pulled the finger away and pressed my 
thumb against her anus and pushed. My thumb popped 
inside Terry's ass, and I damn near came when I heard 
her gasp.

"Jerry Lee?" she mewed as I gave my thumb a real 
workout after forcing it in up to the palm of my hand.

"Yeah?" I said.

"What are you thinking?"

"You really want to know?" I removed my thumb and 
replaced it with two fingers, stretching her asshole 
wider and getting it slicker inside and out.

"Never mind." She moaned as I worked my fingers in and 
out and around. "I can guess." 

Terry wrapped her arms around Leah's hips and waist and 
did her best to force all of that ten inch monster into 
Leah's ass, and when she'd gotten as much in as was 
going to go, she cupped her hips to the girl's ass and 
lay her chest down on Leah's back.

"What's going on?" Leah wheezed, her breath coming in 
panting gasps, as if she'd been running a marathon.

"It's okay, honey," Terry said as she lay on top of 
Leah, "Poppa's just gonna do to me what I've been doing 
to you."

Leah giggled. "Wicked."

I pulled my fingers out of Terry's ass and pressed my 
cock against the slowly closing opening and applied 
pressure. It felt as if her ass just opened up like a 
mouth and sucked the head of my cock inside her. Her 
back passage was so hot and so tight. I shoved with a 
bit more force, a little at a time, until I felt some 
serious resistance and Terry squealed.

"Wait, wait, wait! Oh, please... give me a minute Jerry 
Lee."

So I waited, with as much patience as I could manage. 

"Okay... it's okay now." Terry finally said.

I let out the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding 
in and started to pull out of my sister's ass. When I 
was nearly all the way out, with just the head still 
inside her, I fumbled around and recovered the bottle 
of baby oil and squeezed more of the slick liquid on my 
shaft and around her stretched anal ring. 

Then I leaned forward and drove myself all the way 
forward as hard as I could until my pelvis made 
slapping contact with her firm round cheeks.

Terry howled, and Leah screamed. Because of the way the 
three of us were connected, if I fucked Terry with 
enough force, she would in turn fuck Leah. In a manner 
of speaking, I was fucking two girls in the ass at the 
same time.

Well, that gave me one hell of a jolt. I liked the 
idea, a lot.

I pulled back, nearly out of my lover's backside, then 
slammed back in to the hilt, driving her hips forward 
and plunging her deeper into little Leah.

"Momma, more, more, harder!" from Leah.

"God, oh god, oh god, oh..." from Terry.

For my part I was pretty much silent, as I generally am 
during sex. My breathing rate increased, my heart 
raced, the blood in my veins was boiling and surging. 

But, with each stroke into Terry's ass, and by 
extension Leah's, I fell deeper and deeper into the 
flowing river of calm that began taking the place of my 
anger fueled tension.

"Baby?" I wanted to get Terry's attention. Something 
odd had occurred to me.

"Yeah?" she replied after I completed another driving 
stroke deep into her bowels.

"Doesn't Leah ever cum?"

"Not as far as I know." She took a deep breath and 
tried to get her bearings. I stopped my movements so 
she could talk with the girl.

"Leah, honey?" Terry began.

"Yes momma?" her voice seemed very faint and far away.

"Have you ever cum during sex?"

"Had an orgasm, you mean?"

"That's right. Have you ever had one?"

"No." A sad word from a deeply sad child.

Terry looked over her shoulder at me.

"I'll do what I can." I said. "But I'm not Superman."

In a feat of physical dexterity that I NEVER want to 
try again as long as I live, I reached one arm forward 
and around both girls and found Leah's clit and began 
to pinch and twist and flick it, while with my other I 
did the same for Terry.

I did the best I could the keep working my cock in and 
out of my lover's ass, but was limited by having my 
fingers buried deep in the pussies of two lovely and 
very needy girls.

And so it went, for what seemed to me to be several 
weeks.

Then Leah began to gasp and pant, like a dog in heat. 

"Ohhh...ooooooh, yes, yes, yes... oh more, more, more, 
more!" 

Her hips and ass began to twist and buck, trying to 
drive her clit harder against my hand. When Terry heard 
and felt Leah's reaction, it was as if somewhere inside 
her own cum switch had been moved to the ON position. 
The pair of them began to shudder and shake and moan 
and groan. 

I felt as if I were riding an earthquake. A soft, warm 
and very wet earthquake.

I kept up my clit diddling until I heard their voices 
rising in volume and pitch, at which point I pulled my 
hands away and resumed my violent piston action in and 
out of Terry's ass, feeling my cock swell in length and 
girth.

I came in time with the gasping, shrieking and 
shuddering of the two women beneath me, filling Terry's 
tight anal passage with the finally released contents 
of my swollen balls. 

I collapsed on top of the two girls, mindlessly 
stroking their sweaty bodies with my hands.

When I could muster the strength I pulled out of 
Terry's butt and fell back on the big blue bean bag 
chair. After a moment or two more, Terry disengaged the 
monster dildo from Leah's butt and fell back onto the 
floor. I watched as the young girl's gaping orifice 
slowly closed itself up and once again became a tight 
little pink sphincter.

I got to my knees and helped Terry into a sitting 
position. She scrambled to release herself from the 
leather harness. Then she crawled onto my lap and laid 
her head against my chest and we held each other. 

I looked up from my precious little sister and saw Leah 
trying to get to her feet. She looked more than a 
little disorientated and lost. 

I gave Terry a big hug and set her down on the floor. 
Getting to my feet, I reached Leah in a couple of steps 
and caught her up in my arms and scooped her up off her 
feet and moved her over to where Terry sat looking up 
at me with wide eyes.

I lowered myself to a sitting position and eased Leah 
onto my lap and held her close, stroking her hair and 
kissing her face and making soothing little sounds deep 
in my chest. She clung to my like a baby kitten would 
cling to its mother.

I looked up at my sister.

"How long have the two of you been lovers?" I demanded.

"We started sleeping together about four months ago."

"You taught her how to suck cock." I said. It wasn't a 
question.

"Yes. All she knew was what her father and uncle had 
shown her, and there was no love in anything they ever 
did to her."

Leah clung tighter to me, hearing the two of us 
discussing her like this.

"She deserves to learn about love. Everyone deserves to 
know what love feels like." Terry was getting more 
defiant and aggressive.

"She deserves to feel the way I do when you make love 
to me."

That gave me pause. I can only wish I knew what feeling 
loved was like. I know I love my sister but I've never 
felt loved. I wish...

"I can't do the discipline thing. It wouldn't be safe."

"I know. I'll take care of that part. You just be Jerry 
Lee."

"Poppa?" a tiny little girl voice emerged from beneath 
my chin.

"What is it, sweet pea?"

"I love you poppa."

Well bugger me with a fish fork.

"I love you too Leah. I love you too."

I glanced at my sister, my lover, my wife.

"Tattoo?" she asked/told me.

I sighed and gave the little girl on my lap a hug. 
"Yeah, tattoo."

Terry crawled over behind me and snuggled up close. Her 
arms went around my neck and she hugged me, pressing 
her firm tits and hard nipples into my back. Her lips 
were nibbling at my ear. 

"Who says you're not Superman?" 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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