My Cousin Wendy (11 page)

We got in the car and drove a half mile down the road to a nightclub that had dancing. This was Palm Desert so most of the population was over retirement age. The band was reminiscent of Tommy Dorsey or Glenn Miller. The songs were all slow and were meant for dancing with a woman plastered to you.

Wendy and June had danced with me before. Kathi and Beth weren't used to it but picked up awful quick. It was a pleasure to have each of them wrapped around me.

I had twice as many women to keep happy as the last time we'd done this. Eventually some of the old men came up and asked the girls to dance. Wendy and June declined but Beth and Kathi danced most of the dances from that point on. Most of the men knew what they were doing. All were gentlemen but one whose dance with Beth was cut short. He must have had some explaining to do to his wife after he limped back to his table.

It was close to midnight. I'd been going nonstop. The last two dances had been with Kathi and Beth. I got to the table to drop Beth off. "Who's next?"

The other three all stood up. Wendy took my hand. "Come on, Pete. Time for bed."

I walked out with four women on my arms.



The Moment of Truth was quickly approaching. The moment I'd been anticipating and dreading throughout the night.

Wendy invited Beth and Kathi to help me celebrate my birthday in a motel suite designed for only one thing - sex. From its bed for ten adults to the torture room complete with whips and chains and paddles and other restraints to its pleasure room with the tub for 15 and the shower for 10.

The four of us had made love in many different combinations and had fallen asleep with smiles on our faces, Wendy in her usual position, holding me tight, the other two crowding into us as well.

Another night, after June had played a large role in getting Wendy and me back together when I'd really screwed up, Wendy and I invited June to dinner and dancing. Wendy wanted June to come back with us and spend the night. I'd spent all the time after the first dance with an erection. Since June danced half the dances with me, I spent half the time pressing it into her. And she pressed back just as hard. But when she had to choose where to spend the night, she went home, saying she wanted to think about the offer.

Those were the two incidents that prompted me to invite the three of them to take the trip with Wendy and me. Beth and Kathi were totally up for it, each planning a weekend of screwing before hanging up the phone. June was hesitant. I told her I was sure there would be sex and it wouldn't just be between Wendy and I but it was her choice to join in or not. I wanted her company on the trip because I wanted to get to know her.

I wasn't sure on the way out if Wendy swapped places so she could talk to the girls or I could talk to June. By the time the evening came around, it was evident that the intensity with which June and I talked was bothering Wendy. Hormones or no hormones. Let's face it. If Wendy wasn't in the picture, I'd be going after June big time. I was in love with the woman and in many ways she seemed more suited to me than Wendy.

Not that I don't love Wendy. I love her with all my heart. But if she insists on living her own life, 25 miles away from me, it's not fair for her to stir up those needs for real companionship in me and take off. No, it wasn't her fault that I put her up for a couple of months when she needed help. And it's nobody's fault that the love I felt for her as a kid had blossomed so quickly into full blown love for a woman. Finding out that she was pregnant was like being given a gift from heaven. I know Wendy loves me, maybe more than I love her even though I don't know how that could be. And God knows I understand why she needs to have some time on her own to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. But damn it, she's the one who saw that look on June's face and told me I was obligated to take her to bed and fuck her till she couldn't walk anymore. And no matter how much I fought the idea of being unfaithful to Wendy and no matter how much June fought the idea of being with me while I was still with Wendy, June and I both wanted me to take her to bed and fuck her till she couldn't walk any more. Nightly. For the rest of our lives.

Wendy and I have a love that took a lifetime to come into fruition. June and I looked at each other and that was all she wrote. And Wendy told me I was obligated to follow up on it.

June and I had fit together perfectly this afternoon in the shower. And she and I danced as if we were one person, she seeming to know before me which way I was going to move next. How a person can dance so beautifully, so elegantly while being so close that we seemed glued together is beyond me. I felt that we belonged together. And we had that familiarity that I'd only experienced before with someone I'd been with for years.

As the baby developed in her belly, Wendy got hornier and hornier. We had our time together last weekend, but I'd worked Friday and Saturday, taking those two days away from her. Yes, last night we'd gone for it till June pounded on the door, but I didn't think Wendy was ready for me to spend the night with June.

And the other two? Beth, who wanted my baby and Kathi who I saved from giving up on men completely? I liked both of them a lot, I loved each of them in my own way. But not as lovers. Sex with each of them was fun but there was no doubt Wendy was the one. No threat like there would be with June. If either of them ran into someone and fell in love, I'd be happy to wish her well and never spend time with her again. Maybe have the two of them over for burgers a couple of times a year but no continuation of our games. I guess that's how I viewed our relationship. As games. Something to do to have fun to pass the time.

It wasn't a game with June. Not that there wouldn't be plenty of play. I knew I could count on that. In many ways June was a lot more mature than Wendy, despite Wendy's added years. And in many ways she was more a kid. Not a baby - Wendy had dibs on that one and that made it difficult sometimes.

All this had been going on in my mind since we left the motel. And I was no wiser now than I had been when we left the parking lot. Which we were now pulling back into.

Wendy turned around and said "Beth? Kathi? I think I'll come in your room for a while so Pete and June can spend some time together. She smiled at June, then reached over and squeezed my hand.

I held on to her hand, parked the van and turned off the engine. I leaned over and kissed Wendy.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Don't think you get the whole night alone. We'll be in later."

I went in my room as the four women went next door. I got undressed and turned of all the lights except the one in the bathroom.

I was in bed about five minutes when the door between our rooms opened. They had their lights on. June stood in the doorway.

Blue was definitely her color. She'd been fantastic in blue when we went out, she was spectacular in blue now.

She wore a nightgown. It covered every inch of her body from the bottom of her neck to her ankles. It was blue. And it must have been about one molecule thick.

She stood in the doorway so I could see her. The backlight highlighted her body as if she was naked. But oh, so much more than naked. I actually felt lightheaded until I remembered to breathe.

She knew just how long to stay there. She moved into the room and closed the door a half second before my heart would have stopped beating. She came over and stood next to the bed. "Can I join you?"

I tried to answer her and couldn't. My mouth was too dry. I held up a finger and grabbed a half full bottle of Mountain Dew Wendy had left on the nightstand. After a mouthful I was able to talk.

I put the bottle back and lifted up the blankets in welcome. "I'd be honored."

She moved toward the bed.

"I have to warn you. If you want to wear that again, you'd better take it off. It will probably last about two seconds in here before I rip it off your body."

"How violent. I don't know if I want to get into bed with a man who would do something like that." As she was saying this she took off the nightgown, tossing it on the other bad and climbed in with me.

Her body had felt good glued to me on the dance floor. She pressed against me as we kissed and her breasts and pubic hair, both at which had been hinted at while dancing, felt exquisite.

We took our time. I explored her mouth, she explored mine. I wrapped my fist in her hair as I moved her head back and forth. The need to know her body overwhelmed me and I placed her on her back.

I released her mouth from mine and started kissing her face. As if blind, I explored every inch, using my lips instead of my fingers. She reached for my cock and I gently removed her hand and lay it on the bed.

"Later. Just relax and enjoy."

I found that her ears were sensitive to my tongue and I could cause goose bumps to raise all over both arms.

She had a spot just under and to the side of her chin that made her body close up when kissed.

I found that she could come from having her nipples sucked. Multiple times. And that she made a lot of noise when she came.

Her navel was indeed a wonder to explore. Pushing my tongue all the way in caused her legs to raise up.

Rubbing my chin and my lips on her public hair was like rubbing them in a mink glove. So soft, so sensual, I would have been happy to continue for hours if she hadn't pushed my head between her legs in frustration.

Her musk was uniquely June and extremely potent. Like taking the lid off a stew on a slow boil all day, it wafted over me as I spread her legs.

Years ago I went out with a girl who raised with horses. She had a mare that came in season and we trailered her over to a nearby ranch. I'll always remember seeing her from behind as they brought the snorting stallion in to service her. Her tail was up, her vagina opening and closing, begging him to stuff it full.

June was in that state tonight. I almost moved up on her to give her what her body was calling for. No. That could wait.

I moved down and wrapped my arms around her legs. I pushed off any remaining blankets and put my feet on the floor. I leaned in and licked from bottom to top.

She was wet. Wetter than I'd ever experienced. I had to swallow down what my tongue had scooped up.

Her whole body shivered as I licked. This time I made sure to drag my tongue from the center to the tip over her clitoris. Her legs tried to close but were blocked by my body. She reached down and grabbed my hair and tried to pull me away. I licked again and she pulled harder.

Instead of dropping down for another swipe, I closed my mouth over her clit. I sucked, rubbing the flat of my tongue on the tip. She managed to lift her butt about a foot off the bed, bringing my body up with it.

"OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod OhMyGod!"

I heard some giggling and looked around. We had an audience. Wendy spoke up.

"Don't let us stop you. Keep going."

June's ass was back on the bed but she was trying to roll from side to side. My torso on her legs was preventing it.

I looked down at her sex. If anything, her odor was stronger and she was more wide open. She was actually dripping. I pushed two fingers in as far as they'd go and started working on her with my tongue.

"Oh, God. Aren't you done?"

I recognized Beth's' giggle. "You ain't felt nothin' yet."

June took a deep breath and I raised my eyes. Beth had one tit in her hands and mouth, Kathi had the other one. I felt Wendy push my legs apart, then work her way between them. She sat with her back against the bottom of the bed and took my cock in her mouth.

June was thrashing, moaning constantly. The stimulation must have been overwhelming.

I still had my arms around her legs. I moved my hands up and took an ass cheek in each hand. Damn, she felt good. This woman was unbelievable.

We took her through four more orgasms before I shoved my cock down Wendy's throat and pumped my sperm in her.

Beth and Kathi giggled and went back to the other room. I lay on the bed with Wendy and June on either side of me, heads resting on my chest.

We lay there, enjoying each other's presence for a few minutes. Finally June spoke up.

"So that's eating pussy."

"Yep."

"I don't think I could handle that for days."

Wendy's head popped up. "It grows on you."

"I bet it does."

Wendy reached down and wrapped her hand around me. "Speaking of growing..."

June's hand joined hers and they both explored my cock and balls. It didn't take long before I was pointed at the ceiling.

Wendy let go and moved off the bed. "You two need to do this by yourselves. Fuck her till she can't walk, Pete."

June said "Thank you, Wendy," as she walked into the other room and closed the door.

June spread her legs. Like a mare in season, her cunt was pulsing, winking, calling to me. I climbed on board and serviced her till neither of us could walk. We fell asleep with me on my back, June snuggled up against my side, her cheek on my chest.