I was pretty lonely and very horny. Diane, my Asian American wife and
Katherine, our newborn infant, were in California, visiting her parents. I
had two cases getting ready to go to trial, or I would have joined them.
They had been gone for three weeks already, and would be gone for at least
two more. Plus for the three weeks prior to the birth, we had been confined
to just performing oral sex on each other. So, by this time, I was ready to
explode.

At the airport, Diane had whispered in my ear, "If you fuck around while I'm
gone, I'll understand." We had a pretty open relationship; we often shared
our bed with others. But, until now, the rule had always been that we share.

So, it wasn't guilt that kept me celibate. It was just that there was no one
around to fuck. Jason had found himself a new boyfriend, so I wouldn't have
his eight inch cock thrusting in and out of my ass or have his mouth dancing
on my own seven inches. I had invited him and his new boyfriend, Eric, over
for dinner and.... But, Eric had emphatically refused.

My secretary, Keisha, a twenty five year old African American, had often
indicated that she wouldn't be opposed to an afternoon dalliance, but Bob,
another one of the junior partners in our law firm, had recently been fired
for just that, an afternoon dalliance with his own secretary, and was also
in danger of being disbarred. That thought removed any temptation the five
foot ten inch, well proportioned secretary may have presented. I did notice
that, ever since Diane quit coming in to work, Keisha had taken to not
wearing bras. Her large chocolate breasts jiggled and jounced and teased me
whenever she walked into my office. Her skirts, although I couldn't prove
it, seemed to be shorter than usual. Her long legs worked like pistons, and
her shapely ass twitched and swayed its way around in close proximity. It
was so enticing, yet I wanted to keep my job. So far, even with the freedom
Diane had granted me, I was resigned to almost nightly masturbation
sessions, sometimes with a vibrator buried deep in my ass.

It was just another one of those days of horny frustration and long
daydreams when Keisha and her unfettered breasts bounced into my office.

"There is a Mister Calmat to see you, sir," she announced.

I frowned. As far as I knew, we had finished with all of the depositions and
were just waiting for the attorneys on the plaintiff's side to either accept
the settlements, or go to court.

"Did he say what he wanted?" I asked. She shook her head no.

"No, sir, he just insisted that he speak with either you or Diane."

This surprised me slightly. Even though we work in the same law firm, we
rarely handle cases together. I had her send Mr. Calmat in. I recognized him
immediately.

When Diane and I were first married, we lived in a fairly nice apartment
complex. Bobby Calmat lived two doors down from us. He was a good looking
man, about thirty years old, almost six feet tall and about 180 pounds. He
had thick dark hair and a large smile. His hands were large; an indication
that his penis was also large. I had toyed with the idea of inviting him
over for a threesome, but Diane and I agreed to not involve anyone from the
complex that we lived in; to keep rumors from spreading.

We shook hands warmly. Keisha left us alone after bringing him a cup of her
very strong coffee. He got nervous the moment the door closed behind her.

"What's up, Bobby?" I asked. It had been at least three years since we'd
seen each other.

"Well, um, it's like this, see, I, um, you remember how the complex was an
adults only complex?" he began, then launched into his tale.

A family moved into the complex. They had a young daughter and son. The
daughter, Sara, and the son, Paul, were clearly too young to be living in
the complex, yet the parents had birth certificates for the two that proved
that she was eighteen and he was nineteen years old.

Bobby met her at the swimming pool one afternoon. They struck up a
conversation; mainly about music. Bobby invited her back to his apartment to
listen to some of his classic rock group albums and she readily agreed. They
toweled off and went upstairs. She was only about four and a half feet tall,
with barely budding breasts and slim hips. Her scantily clad buttocks were
only about a handful. Her long blond hair was wet and stuck to her moist
skin. Bobby put a few albums on his old turntable and turned up the volume.
She surprised him by reaching into her small purse and pulling out a pack of
cigarettes. She lighted one and leaned back, listening to the music. She sat
with her legs slightly parted and the tight swimsuit clung to her vulva.
Bobby couldn't help but stare at her crotch. She noticed where his eyes were
and smiled at him. She closed her legs together. He looked away,
embarrassed.

They listened to the music, mostly in silence, until it was almost dark,
then she left his apartment. The next day, she knocked on his door. He
opened it to find her and her brother, Paul, standing there. He invited them
in and asked if they wanted anything to drink. Both quickly asked for beers.
He hesitated for a moment, then decided, what the hell, they're supposed to
be at least eighteen. So he gave them both a beer. Paul was dressed in
shorts and tee-shirt, Sara in her bathing suit. There was a strong family
resemblance; both were slender, with pale skin, hair and eyes. Both were
very pretty.

Bobby put some music on and they sat, drinking beers and listening to old
rock and roll. Paul and Sara sat together on the couch, Bobby sat on the
easy chair facing them. This time, when he stared at her crotch, she leaned
over to her brother and whispered something in his ear. They giggled
together, but she did not close her legs. Bobby looked away changed the
record on the turntable. He sat back down and tried to regain his composure.
His mouth opened slightly in surprise. Sara was sitting with her hand in her
lap, easing the material of her bathing suit over. She smiled sweetly at
him. He could see light wisps of blonde pubic hair peeking out at him. His
cock twitched in his pants and he quickly downed his beer. Paul and Sara
were still sipping on their first ones, so he got up and retrieved another
one from the kitchen. He tried to tuck his growing erection down, but it was
a losing battle. He drank half of his beer and returned to the living room.
Sara was standing up by his bookshelf, looking at his video camera. Paul was
looking at some of the video tapes on the shelf underneath the television
set. Sara looked at Bobby and smiled.

"I'd love to be in a video," she said. "That would be so cool."

"You got any good ones?" Paul wanted to know.

"They're all good," Bobby said, a little defensively.

"No, you know what I mean. Good ones," Paul insisted.

"You mean, like porno?" Bobby asked. Paul's eyes lighted up and he eagerly
nodded his head yes.

"Oh! Do you? I'd love to see that!" Sara exclaimed.

Bobby hesitated. Yes, he did have some, in his bedroom. But he wasn't real
sure about letting these two kids see his tastes in pornography. They
claimed to be old enough, but he was sure that they really weren't. And, he
was sure that they would think he was weird.

"Do you?" Paul demanded.

"Yeah, please?" Sara enthusiastically begged.

Bobby nodded his head yes.

"Yeah, but they're in the bedroom. Hold on. I'll go get them," he finally
admitted.

"Oh, you got a TV in there?" Sara asked.

"Yeah, I'll be right back," he said.

"Oh, no, we'll go watch them in there," Sara said.

"Yeah," Paul said.

Bobby was really in a quandary now. Sara decided this for him by marching
straight to the bedroom. Since most of the apartments shared the same basic
floor plan, she knew exactly where to go. Paul ran into the bedroom after
his younger sister, and Bobby weakly followed. He opened the bottom dresser
drawer and pulled out the least innocuous of his tapes while Sara and Paul
made themselves at home on Bobby's king sized waterbed. The tape was "Two
Dudes, One Babe," and contained segments of threesome activities. There were
some scenes of sexual contact between the two men, but mostly it was just
straight sex. Some of his other tapes were a little more intense in the
male/male sexual action, but he didn't feel like exposing his Bi-sexuality
to these two kids.

He shoved the tape in and Sara and Paul pushed themselves over to one side
of the bed. The tape began at the point that he'd quit watching it last
night. It was his favorite segment on this particular tape. A large breasted
blonde with one black man and one white man were engrossed in each other.
The woman was sitting on the white man's penis, while the black man entered
her from behind. Speared by two large dicks pumping her pussy, the woman was
bobbing and grunting. The black man's prick slid out of her and he entered
the white man's anus. The camera did a zoom on the large black penis sliding
in and out of the tight white ass. The camera panned to the white man's
face. He was clearly enjoying the assault on his ass.

The scene ended with both men shooting their loads onto the woman's ass and
back.

Bobby looked over at the two kids. They both sat in the bed, eyes glued to
the television. Paul was absently rubbing his crotch, and Sara was wiggling
slightly as well. Bobby swallowed some more of his beer nervously. The next
segment began, and he relaxed slightly. This segment was straight fuck and
suck stuff, nothing out of the ordinary.

After a few minutes of watching a redhead sucking one man while the other
pounded her from behind, Paul turned and looked at Bobby.

"Can we rewind it to that first stuff?" he croaked out.

"Yeah! I really thought that was, um, wild! That one guy doing the other
guy!" Sara squeaked.

"I've got a better tape than that one," Bobby admitted.

"Ooh! Let's see it!" they both demanded. Bobby got up and ejected the first
tape. He reached into the drawer and pulled out "Party For Three." It was
all threesomes, all Bi-sexual. He put the tape in and started it up. He then
went to the kitchen and got another beer.

He returned to the bedroom and saw that his guests were captivated by the
images on the screen. He settled back in the bed and watched as a girl and
guy performed oral sex on a large dick.

"Oh!" the brother and sister exclaimed as the man took the other's large
penis all the way into his mouth, deep throating the man. The scene changed
to show one man pumping the girl's tight ass while the other pounded into
his friend's equally tight ass. "Oh!" they exclaimed again.

"I'd love to do that!" Paul admitted.

"You? How about me?" Sara agreed.

Bobby decided to push this subject as far as he could.

"Yeah?" he casually asked. Blonde heads turned and looked at him. "You'd
really like to do that, huh?" he pressed on. Brother and sister nodded in
breathless excitement.

"You ever, um, do anything like that?" he asked. They looked at each other.

"You mean, besides with each other?" Paul finally asked. Bobby nodded his
head yes. They shook their heads no. He stood up and pulled his shirt off.
Paul quickly did the same. Sara held up a protesting hand.

"Wait! Go get the camera," she insisted. Bobby, by now in just his briefs,
hurried to the living room and grabbed his video camera. He screwed it onto
the tripod and rushed back to the bedroom. Paul and Sara, both nude, were
kissing deeply. Bobby focused on their private parts, noting the bare wisps
of blond hair, the puffy lips, already wet with excitement, the young man's
dick, fully erect and pulsing. Bobby noticed, with some surprise and
happiness, that the young man's cock was at least five inches long, and
rather fat. Some pre-cum juice welled up at the head, and Bobby went
straight for it, pulling the dick all the way into his mouth and sucking
vigorously. He was rewarded with some more tangy pre-cum. He licked and
sucked on Paul's dick for a few moments more, then turned his head and
buried his face into Sara's small slit. He started at the bottom and licked
upward, first the outer, puffy lips, then dug in a little deeper and nuzzled
the hot wet inner lips. She pulled away from her frantic kisses with Paul
and lay on her back. Paul sucked on her small buds while Bobby licked and
nuzzled and finally reached her clitoris. She must have been extremely
agitated by now, because she shuddered and yelped out in orgasm. He licked
her flowing juices until she pushed his head away. He turned again to Paul
and began to suck the boy's dick again. Shortly afterward, he was slurping
and swallowing the flow of semen from Paul.

Sara reached down Bobby's back and eased his briefs off of him. His turgid
erection sprang out and both Sara and Paul gasped at the size of it.
Gingerly, she reached out and measured it with her small hands. Paul,
recovered from his orgasm, joined her in stroking and fondling Bobby's pole.
His was the first mouth on the head of Bobby's throbbing member. The boy's
pink tongue licked at the copious pre-cum juice. Bobby felt dangerously
close to orgasm from watching the small blond head bobbing up and down,
while Sara's small hands cuddled his swollen testicles.

"Stop, or I'm going to come," he warned.

Paul stopped, and Sara took over. Her motions were not as rough and frantic;
rather, they were slow, deliberate movements. Bobby, kneeling on the edge of
the bed, looked down and watched as almost all of his meat went into the
girl's mouth, then slid back out.

"Stop, or I'm really going to come," he groaned.

The video camera whirred and captured the moment. Sara pulled her head away
and both she and her brother, faces together, pulled and jerked at Bobby's
cock. His thick streams of sperm jetted out and splashed into their waiting
mouths and faces. They swallowed as much as they could and licked the
residue from each other's faces, like kittens. All three caught their
breaths, then dressed and went down to the swimming pool to wash off any
traces that remained.

The next day, Bobby wasn't very surprised, but was very pleased when Sara
and her brother knocked on his door. They wasted no time on preliminaries;
just went straight into the bedroom. Bobby had recharged the batteries and
changed the tape in the video camera, and the stage was set. Sara and Paul
shimmed out of their clothing and waited for Bobby to join them on the king
sized bed. He kissed Sara and then Paul and the trio fondled each other for
a few moments.

"I want to do that up the butt thing," Paul whispered in Bobby's ear, then
stuck his tongue into his ear.

"Oh, yeah, me too!" Sara enthused.

Brother and sister each took one of Bobby's nipples into their small mouths
while Bobby fondled their dick and cunt. Wetting a middle finger with Paul's
pre-cum fluids, he began to work the finger into the boy's tight anus. His
other hand wet itself in Sara's wet slit, then began the same maneuver on
her tight puckered ass hole. Both groaned in pleasure. Unable to control her
enthusiasm, Sara plunged her mouth onto Bobby's throbbing dick and she
sucked with vigor. He worked another finger into Paul's tight anal sheath
and was rewarded with a grunt of pleasure. He thrust a second finger into
Sara and she moaned out loud. Her head popped off of his meat.

"Another! Shove another in there!" she gasped.

Bobby did just that to each of them. Both brother and sister wiggled on
their stomachs in ecstasy. His fingers jammed in and out of them and their
tight holes widened and loosened.

"Stick your dick in me!" Paul groaned, almost in pain from the intense
feelings.

"Oh, no! Me first!" Sara demanded.

Bobby pulled Sara to a kneeling position and smeared some lubricant onto her
anus. Paul sucked on Bobby's tool as Bobby applied some more of the jelly to
Paul's tool. Bobby figured that the slightly larger Paul would be able to
accommodate Bobby's large dick better than Sara, plus, having brother fuck
sister's begging ass while he pounded brother's squirming butt would satisfy
all three's anal craving.

Sara screamed out as the inexperienced Paul rammed his five inches into her
ass hole without any preliminaries. He pulled out as the sobbing girl
clutched her buttocks.

"Slow down," Bobby admonished the now frightened boy. To the girl, he said,
"Don't worry, the next time won't hurt a bit."

He bent the boy over at the waist and pressed his large erection at the
opening. At first, the boy, in fear, clenched his anus shut, but Bobby
pressed on. His penis slid in almost a full inch before Paul reacted. His
reaction was to gasp and grunt. Bobby stopped. After the boy stopped
gasping, Bobby pressed on. The boy's bowels opened to the invader, and in a
moment, Bobby's prick was in the boy to its full length.

Sara watched in fascination as her brother and Bobby began their slow,
deliberate strokes.

"I think I'm ready to try again," she decided out loud.

"Well, hurry up," Paul squawked.

Sara wiggled herself backward underneath the two males. This time, Paul,
even though extremely excited, was slower in his entry. Sara gasped and
grunted in unison with Paul. Bobby had his eyes closed as he tried to
remember his high school locker combination, his favorite football team's
win-loss record, anything that would distract his thoughts enough to help
him prolong the intense pleasure of the boy's tight ass. His dick slid in
and out while Sara thrust her pert ass against Paul's bucking hips. His dick
drove in and out of her clenched anus while his own ass was filled with a
large dick. Finally, Bobby could no longer hold his load and he came deep
into the boy's innards. Paul screamed in joy as he felt the hot sperm flood
him and felt his own hot juice ready to spill. A hot flash of pleasure, and
he was shooting his load into Sara's tight ass. Sara squirmed and rubbed her
clitoris to orgasm.

When they regained composure, Bobby got a wet face cloth and cleaned his
penis and Paul's penis.

"You didn't get it up your butt," Paul commented, almost sadly.

"Would you like to fuck my ass?" Bobby asked in breathless anticipation. The
boy eagerly nodded his head yes. They went back into the bedroom. Bobby
climbed on top of Sara and entered her almost hairless pussy, while Paul
worked his meat into Bobby's ass. Again, the three bucked and screamed in
orgasm after only a few moments of frantic thrusting.

The last scene on that tape was of Paul licking his sister's slit while she
sucked Bobby clean. Bobby was busy as well, sucking Paul dry.

Paul had football practice the next day, but Sara brought a school friend
with her to Bobby's apartment.

"This is Kyla," Sara introduced the brunette to Bobby. "I told her you was
cool, and she wanted to come over."

Bobby was very nervous. It was bad enough to be in such a predicament with
Paul and Sara, but now the triangle was expanding, and he didn't know if he
liked it or not. True, the small Kyla was very pretty, with dark hair that
hung into her big brown eyes, and slim, almost boyish figure, but this could
lead to real trouble. He trembled in fear as Kyla and Sara giggled and
whispered together.

"Yeah, he is cute," he heard the new girl say. Sara nodded her head in
agreement.

They whispered something else to each other, then giggled again. Sara boldly
kissed Kyla on the lips. Kyla mock slapped her friend in protest. Sara
pressed on, though.

"What?" Sara demanded. "In school, you're always saying how cute I am and
how you want to kiss me."

The other girl blushed, but responded when Sara put her arms around her.
Soon they were tongue kissing and touching each other's breasts.

Bobby brought the video camera out and took some shots of the girls kissing
and fondling each other. When she'd reached fever pitch, Sara grabbed Kyla's
hand and pulled the eager girl into the bedroom. Bobby followed and put the
camera on the tripod. Kyla looked uncertainly at him and the camera.

"I don't know about this," she began, but Sara brazenly unzipped her
friend's jeans and reached into the girl's panties. Kyla moaned as Sara
stroked her clitoris.

Bobby shot a scene of the girls undressing each other.

Kyla had a slightly thicker patch of hair between her legs, and her breasts
were slightly larger than Sara's. The girls started their dance by laying on
the bed, face to face, and kissing. Sara made the first move toward the
other girl's breasts. She nuzzled and suckled on the girl's breasts while
Kyla simply lay on her back and gasped. When Sara pulled her mouth off of
her breasts and shoved her own nipple at Kyla's mouth, Kyla responded
automatically. They knelt and cuddled on the big bed. Sara again made the
first move toward the other girl's crotch, running her fingers lightly over
the girl's patch of hair and twirling a thumb on the girl's clitoris. Kyla
pulled her mouth off of Sara's tit and moaned a high pitch squeal.

"You like it when I touch your pussy?" Sara whispered huskily. The other
girl nodded.

"Then, I know something you'll like even better," Sara responded. She slowly
eased herself down onto her back and pulled the other girl on top of her.
Their two cunts came in direct contact, and both girls let out a high
pitched squeal. They rubbed their pussies together for a few moments, then
Sara slid down until her face was buried in Kyla's cunt. Kyla's eyes,
half-closed in pleasure, flew open as Sara's tongue shoved into her wet
pussy. She grunted long and low.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she exclaimed. "Oh, oh, oh, that feels so, oh, fuck!"

"Eat me, too," Sara's muffled demand could be heard. As if by instinct, Kyla
worked her way around and the two girls enjoyed 69.

After they'd each shuddered through an orgasm, Sara had Kyla shove a candle
deep into her pussy. She pulled the candle, now wet with vaginal juices, out
of her blond hole, and Kyla and Bobby, still behind the camera, watched in
fascination as Sara rammed the large candle into her anus. Kyla wanted to
try this as well, and Bobby handed her a slightly smaller candle. But, try
as she might, she could only get half of the candle into her anal cavity.
She had not had anal sex before, so her anal muscles had not learned to
relax at the thrusts of an intruder.

After each girl enjoyed another orgasm each, they dressed and ran out of
Bobby's apartment. Bobby masturbated his aching dick and shot his load into
his hand, licking his hand clean when he finished coming.

Sara, Paul, and Bobby made four more videos together. The best scene that
Bobby could recall was when both he and Paul shot their sperm into Sara's
waiting mouth. The girl couldn't swallow fast enough, and the copious fluids
streamed down her cheeks. The following scene showed Sara sitting on Bobby's
dick, while Paul rammed his dick into Sara's, then Bobby's, then Sara's,
then Bobby's ass, alternating, until he shot his load onto both sets of ass
cheeks.

"So, what's the problem, Bobby?" I asked. I was about to come in my suit
pants, and I really didn't want to make a mess in them. "Did the parents
find out? Are you facing statutory rape charges?"

He came out of his reverie and looked at me. He shook his head no.

"No, nothing like that," he said. "See, they moved two weeks ago, and one of
the little fuckers stole all the videos."

"No!" I exclaimed in disappointment. I'd wanted to see them for myself.

He nodded his head yes. "And I want them back," he growled.

I told him I didn't think we had much of a case here, since he was sure the
kids were underage, and he had not gotten any release forms signed by either
one of them, or from Kyla. In fact, he was lucky to not have criminal
proceedings brought against him. He sadly shook my hand and exited my
office.

As soon as the outer office doors clicked shut, I got on-line and did some
quick research. In the real estate leasing notices, I found a family of four
with the same last name that Bobby had given me had indeed recently leased a
condominium. To my delight, I realized that the condominium complex was
three blocks away from my house. On an off chance, I picked up the telephone
and called the telephone number displayed on my computer terminal.

"Hello?" a young female voice answered on the fifth ring.

I identified myself, what law firm I was with, and asked to speak with Sara.
A long pause, with breathing on the other end, told me that I was speaking
with Sara.

"Um, this is Sara," she said.

"A client of mine, you may know him as Bobby, says that you have, rightfully
or wrongfully, acquired some of his personal effects and he would like them
returned at once, no questions asked," I pressed on.

"Some what?" she asked.

"Personal effects. In short, some video cassettes," I snarled, putting on
the tough lawyer act.

"Um, yeah, I got them," she admitted.

I gave her my home address and told her to bring all, every last one, of the
tapes to the address. If she did, no theft charges would be pressed. I
expected to see her in exactly thirty minutes, was that clear? She,
frightened by now, agreed. I hung up the telephone, and told Keisha that I
would be taking the rest of the day off. I raced home and prepared for my
meeting with Sara. Should we play on the big bearskin rug in front of the
fireplace? Or the swimming pool out back? Or the plain old ordinary bed? I
do hope she brings her brother Paul with her.
S