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.

The End