Personal Best (Part 8)

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I spent the rest of the morning clearing up after the night before. My bed looked like it had been through a hurricane. I laundered all the bedding and generally tried to keep myself busy. My mind kept drifting back to all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours; from unexpectedly seeing Sam’s cheeky younger sister Ella’s cute little pussy, to getting the gorgeous Sam totally naked and having sex with her, not once but four times! If at the start of the day you’d told me what I’d see and do I would never have believed you. If I’d been fortunate to get a kiss from Sam and maybe see her undies, I would have considered myself extremely lucky. What had actually happened was beyond my wildest dreams. And, truth be told, I couldn’t wait to see Sam again.

 

Later in the afternoon I changed into my running gear and eagerly made my way to the park to meet Sam. I arrived early, and as was becoming the norm, as I waited I increasingly expected her not to turn up. I paced up and down, anxiously looking at my watch. We’d agreed to meet at three, it was five past – still no sign.

 

At ten past three my heart skipped a beat, Sam was hurrying towards me.

 

“So sorry I’m late. I had to wait for my running stuff to dry.” she explained.

 

She was wearing her loose-fitting, lightweight racing shorts and a white tee shirt.

 

“That’s okay. I’ve not been here long myself.” I lied, “How are you feeling?”

 

“My legs are fine. But my nunny is a bit sore; and so is my bottom.” she smiled candidly, “I wonder what could have caused that?”

 

I smiled back knowingly but didn’t answer; instead I suggested we did some warm-up stretches, then just did a short, slow jog around the park to loosen up Sam’s tired muscles. As Sam did her exercises I couldn’t help but look up her skimpy shorts again, believing Sam was unaware of the great view she was giving me of her tiny pink panties.

 

“They’re the same ones that I wore for the race yesterday.” Sam grinned.

 

“Sorry?” I asked, bemused.

 

“My knickers.” Sam chuckled, “I can see you’re looking at them Old Man.”

 

“Sorry.” I said guiltily, ashamed that I’d been discovered.

 

“I have washed them since yesterday.” she added, “In case you were wondering.”

 

Having been caught out and put in my place I reluctantly concentrated on my own exercises rather than watching Sam do hers. Once we had finished our warm-up we set off at a very sedate pace through the park. Although it was a pleasant day, being a Monday afternoon it was relatively quiet; just a few dog walkers, a scattering of mothers with toddlers and the occasional elderly person out for a stroll.

 

As we jogged Sam and I chatted about her race; she talked me through it again adding a few details that she’d omitted the first time. Her enthusiasm for her race experience was infectious and rewarding. When we’d set out on our training journey just nine weeks ago I never dreamt I’d produce such a willing protegee, or have so much fun in the process. Once we’d finished chatting about the race, Sam moved on to what we did after.

 

“Thank you for dinner last night.” she smiled, “I really enjoyed it.”

 

“You’re welcome.” I acknowledged.

 

“I enjoyed what we did after too!” she giggled, “When I left home I knew I was going to show you my nunny; I thought I may even be brave enough to let you see my tits, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to do all that we did. You do know we did it three times!” she exclaimed, unable to hide her disbelief or her pleasure.

 

"Four times."  I corrected her

 

“I only counted the times you put it in my nunny!” she grinned, “I didn’t count the time you put it in my bottom!”

 

“I did!” I grinned back.

 

“I bet you did!” she chuckled, “Okay, I'll count it too then - four times. Last night you admitted that when we were out running together you had to fight desperately hard to resist the temptation to get me in the bushes, pull down my bottoms, and make love to me.”

 

“Did I say that?” I questioned, even though I recalled that I had.

 

“You did.” Sam confirmed, "You naughty old man!".

 

“Was that when you confessed that you regularly had to fight the urge to pull down my jogging bottoms to look at my erection?” I countered.

 

“I did say that.” Sam blushed. She looked around and then added, “It’s quiet in the park today; shall we?”

 

“Shall we what?” I quizzed, not catching on to what Sam was suggesting.

 

“Sneak into the undergrowth and pull each other’s bottoms down.” she clarified cheekily.

 

“Naughty!" I admonished her, then added, “I will if you will.”

 

“Let’s do it!” she chuckled excitedly.

 

We jogged on a bit further until we came across some denser undergrowth.

 

“This looks a good spot.” Sam said enthusiastically, “C’mon.”

 

Without waiting for me to agree she started pushing through the vegetation. I followed close behind. Like a couple of giggling school kids we ventured further into the cover. Fortunately it was devoid of nettles and brambles. Once we were deep enough into the wood so that we couldn’t be readily seen from the public area, Sam stopped in a slight clearing.

 

“This should be private enough.” Sam observed, “Would you like to pull mine down first?”

 

Before she had chance to change her mind I stepped forward, gripped her little running shorts in both hands and pulled them down to her ankles.

 

“Wow! That was a bit keen Old Man!” Sam laughed, then continued, “Don’t take them right off. If someone comes along I may have to pull them back up in a hurry!”

 

I recalled how thrilling it had been yesterday to get a glimpse of Sam’s panties as she had got ready for the race. Now she was standing in front of me with them fully revealed. Although they weren’t particularly fancy - just plain cotton, in a blush pink colour - they were still sexy because they had a low-cut waist. They stretched tightly over her vulva so the outline of her nunny was clearly discernible. I drank in every detail.

 

“Well?” Sam asked, as I stood there gawping at her.

 

“They’re very cute.” I managed to say.

 

“Pull them down then.” she instructed.

 

“Are you sure?” I queried, taken aback by her audacious proposal. I hadn’t expected to go that far when I’d followed her into the bushes.

 

“You do want to see my nunny again don’t you?” she giggled.

 

I nodded like an excited schoolboy. I reached forward again; this time I clenched the waistband of her cute little pink knickers. I hesitated. The anticipation of what I was about to do and see was intoxicating; I wanted to savour every moment. Very slowly I inched them down. To be fair, they were so low cut that I didn’t have to lower them far before the top of her tight little slit was visible. I gradually lowered them further until her smooth, neat, nunny was fully exposed. I stared at it longingly; it was so adorable. Then I bent over and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. While I was down there I gently kissed Sam’s dainty nunny. Sam flinched. I immediately apologised.

 

“No need to apologise.” Sam explained, “It just took me by surprise that’s all. No one has ever kissed me down there before. It felt nice.”

 

I stood up. Sam had a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

 

“My turn now!” she said tauntingly.

 

I was wearing baggy jogging bottoms over my running shorts, so far they had been concealing my inevitable erection well. I knew as soon as Sam pulled them down she would see how aroused I was. Sam tugged my bottoms down to my ankles, as I expected, the black shorts that I was wearing underneath looked like a tent.

 

“Who is a naughty old man then!” Sam admonished me with a giggle, “That’s quite a bulge you’ve got going on there.”

 

I think Sam assumed I was wearing briefs under my shorts, whereas the shorts had a built-in liner. When she pulled my shorts down my manhood burst out. She recoiled in shock.

 

“Wow! I wasn’t expecting that!” she gasped in disbelief.

 

Whether it was because we were outside or perhaps it was because of the recent activity it had been getting, but my penis looked harder and bigger than normal. Sam stared at it, mouth open, awe stricken.

 

“I can’t believe that fits in my little nunny.” she said, staring at it, transfixed.

 

“Well it has; three times in fact. And once in your cute little bottom as well!” I reminded her with a smile at the recollection.

 

“No wonder my nunny and bottom are sore!” she laughed, then added more thoughtfully, “Seriously, isn’t it uncomfortable running with that between your legs?”

 

“It’s not always stiff like that.” I explained.

 

“It seems to be hard whenever you’re running with me.” Sam noted innocently.

 

“That’s causation rather than correlation.” I smiled.

 

“Sorry?” Sam questioned, “I don’t understand.

 

“Being with you makes it go stiff.” I explained, "It's not coincidence."

 

Sam reddened.

 

“Would you mind if I held it again?” Sam asked.

 

“Not at all. Help yourself.” I confirmed.

 

Sam wrapped her delicate fingers around my receptive member and started to stroke it. As she was well-practiced in what she was doing now, she soon had my foreskin retracted so that my sensitive dome was exposed. As she concentrated on working my erection I reached between her legs and rubbed her nunny. Her lips opened up invitingly, my fingers slipped easily in and once again I was soon toying with her sensitive clit.

 

“Oh my God! You’re doing it again!” she gasped, “You’re going to have to put it in once more.”

 

I looked around; the ground was uneven, rough and covered in leaf detritus – not the ideal place to be making love.

 

“We’ll have to do it standing up.” I suggested, "You okay with that?"

 

“Fine by me.” Sam rasped, breathing heavily, “Just make it quick!”

 

“You’re the one holding it.” I reminded her.

 

I removed my fingers from her nunny, grasped her bare bottom with both hands and pulled her in towards me. Sam guided my member into her nunny. I felt my knob press against her flaps which opened up to receive me.

 

“You’re in!” Sam confirmed, unnecessarily.

 

Sam clenched my bum cheeks, digging her nails into the soft flesh of my buttocks. She urged me further in. I was soon in the full length of my shaft. Sam was sliding backwards and forwards along it, moaning loudly as she did. We kissed fervently, with an intensity that made us oblivious to our surroundings; that we were in a public place and could be discovered at any time was of no consequence, in fact it made it more exhilarating. I knew what to expect now: as soon as she got to the ‘Oh My God!’ stage and started repeating ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ I knew she was about to climax. We were at that point now; as she did it I felt myself discharge multiple times until my balls were emptied once again.

 

We carried on kissing for a while longer, though less feverishly. As our breathing returned to normal it was Sam that spoke first.

 

“Mmm, that was nice.” she murmured contently, “Do you think we can find somewhere where we lay down and do it next time?”

 

I backed away from her slightly so that I could look her in the eyes when I replied.

 

“By ‘next time’ how soon were you thinking?”

 

“As soon as possible.” she replied, in all seriousness, "I'm ready to do it again right now. I'd jut prefer to lay down."

 

“It’s not quite as easy as that for us chaps.” I explained, “We can’t ‘do it again’ until our balls have recharged – so to speak.”

 

“How long does that take?” Sam asked, sounding disappointed.

 

“Usually an hour or so, but it could be days.” I smiled.

 

“Days?” she repeated, “I can’t wait that long!”

 

“I’m sorry. I’d love to do it again straight away but you can’t mess with biology.” I pointed out. I slipped into my instructor's mode as I continued, “The duration between male orgasms, referred to as the refractory period, differs from person to person and depends on various factors including general health, age, diet, lifestyle, and libido. To be fair, I might be ready sooner with all the training we’ve been doing recently.”

“I do hope so.” Sam grinned, “It would make all that training worthwhile.”

 

“Although, unfortunately, age is against me.” I clarified. “Age increases the refractory period, meaning older people typically need more time to get aroused again.”

 

“That sucks!” she said despondently, “How about you walk me home slowly on the off chance that you recover a bit quicker then Old Man?”

Despite the fact that, even if I walked Sam home at a snail’s pace, we were likely to get there in about twenty minutes, I agreed to Sam’s suggestion. We pulled our clothes back up and made our way out of the undergrowth. As we walked slowly back to Sam’s we chatted about what she wanted to do next, running wise. It was apparent that she was keen to carry on. I was just as keen to keep training her. On the edge of the park there was a small café with a scattering of outside tables. We stopped and had a coffee. As we sat in the sun wasting a few more minutes our conversation turned to Sam’s training log. She had told me about it briefly previously although I’d never seen it. The kick of the caffeine couldn’t awaken my ardour so we both accepted that further intimacy between us was unlikely today. Instead we agreed to go back to Sam’s so that she could show me her training record. She seemed really proud of it.

 

We arrived at Sam’s house and she knocked on the door, explaining sheepishly to me that she did have her own key but when she knew someone would be at home she didn’t bother taking one with her in case she lost it. I believed her!

 

The door opened and we were greeted by Sam’s mum, Angela – or Angie as she preferred to be called. On seeing me she wrongly assumed that I was there to see her husband Jim. Without giving us time to explain that wasn’t the purpose of my visit, she’d apologised and told us that Jim was at his golf club and wasn’t expected back for another couple of hours. It was Sam that set matters straight.

 

“He’s not here to see dad, mum. He’s come to look at my training record.” she explained.

 

“Why didn’t you say!” Angela countered, “Please do come in. Although I can’t guarantee your safety alone in the house with us three girls!” she added saucily.

 

I knew where Sam got her cheekiness from now. I also had that recurring vision of Sam, her mum and her sister all lined up waiting for me to inspect their pussies. I quickly banished the thought. We entered the house and took our trainers off. I followed Sam up the stairs to her bedroom. Sam’s room was a homage to Disney’s Lilo and Stitch. There were posters, cuddly toys, soft furnishings, even the curtains and bedding depicted the cartoon characters

 

“How old are you?” I grinned, taking in the décor.

 

“Twenty-two.” Sam confirmed, blushing.

 

Sam pulled a folder down off the shelf – appropriately adorned with Lilo and Stitch stickers – and sat down on her bed. I joined her on the bed. She sat with her legs crossed and her knees apart so that I had a great view up her shorts of her pink panties. Normally such a sight would cause me to go stiff, but despite me looking, it was having no effect. She even sat with her folder between her legs so that I had every reason to look there.

 

Sam went through her running log with me; I must admit it was very comprehensive; she had obviously put a lot of work into it. She had recorded the date, route, distance and time for every day that she had run since she first started her training regime with me. She’d even logged the weather and what she was wearing, including whether she was wearing panties or not! On her rest days she’d noted her weight and her resting heart rate. Encouragingly both had come down markedly in the nine weeks I'd been training her. There were even snippets of information about how she was feeling. I wasn’t referred to by my name but there were various references to ‘my trainer’. I laughed when I noted one comment which read: ‘Wednesday – my trainer made me run up that poxy hill five times today!’ The comment was accompanied by a hand-drawn crying face emoji. On another occasion she’d put: ‘My trainer made me run a circuit in my underwear today and I gave an old man a shock!’ Embarrassingly she’d even noted on a couple of occasions that: ‘I dropped my knickers and showed my bare bottom to my trainer’ – this was accompanied by a winking emoji.

 

“I trust you don’t show this to anyone else?” I asked, horrified at the thought that her parents might read it.

 

“No. I keep it hidden, well away from prying eyes.” she said reassuringly, “Look what I wrote here.”

 

She flicked through the diary and pointed out the relevant extract, it read: ‘Pulled down my bottoms and got my nunny out for my trainer today but he didn’t even turn around to look at it!’ – the note concluded with a sad face emoji.    

 

“I remember that day well.” I confirmed, “I still kick myself for not looking back.”

 

“To be fair, you’ve seen it plenty of times since.” she giggled.

 

At that point the bedroom door opened and Sam’s sister Ella entered carrying two glasses of orange squash. Sam quickly closed her file. Ella was dressed much as she had been when I’d seen her yesterday, that is in a white blouse, a very short grey pleated mini skirt and white knee-length socks. Her streaked purple hair was hanging loose over her shoulders rather than in pigtails. She still looked every inch the St Trinians’ schoolgirl.

 

“Mum thought you’d like a drink after all your exertions of the past couple of days.” Ella announced, handing a glass to me and one to Sam. [I hope she was referring to the running and not anything else we’d been doing!] “What’s that?” she continued, pointing to Sam’s folder.

 

“My running log.” Sam replied.

 

“Sounds boring.” Ella commented, then continued, “Sam, you know when you’re sitting like that we can see up your shorts?” [I noted the irony as it was exactly how Ella had been sitting yesterday when she’d given me a great view up her miniskirt.] “We can see you’ve got pink knickers on.” she added.

 

“Whatever.” Sam responded, dismissively.

 

Given what I’d seen of Sam in the last couple of days I can understand why she wasn’t concerned about me seeing her knickers. That didn’t stop me getting a thrill from looking though, even if it hadn’t caused me to stiffen this time.

 

“I’ve got pink ones on too, today!” Ella announced, “See!”

 

With that she lifted her little grey skirt right up to her waist to fully reveal her pink panties. They were very skimpy, gossamer thin and exceptionally see-through.

 

“Ella!” Sam exclaimed, “We can quite clearly see your nunny!”

 

“Whatever!” Ella responded, mocking Sam’s tone, “You can see it even better if I do this!” she continued playfully.

 

Unbelievably she held her diminutive skirt up with her right hand and pushed the front of her knickers down with her left hand so that her cute little nunny was completely exposed. I stared at it in disbelief; it was so close I could’ve reached out and touched it. I so wanted to. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin; my manhood started to stiffen.

 

“Ella!” Sam admonished her sister, “Pull your knickers up now!”  

 

Ella looked at me to make sure that I was checking out her nunny. Satisfied that I had seen it she reluctantly and slowly did as she was told, pulling her knickers up and letting her skirt back down to cover them. She giggled as she turned and left us.

 

“I told you she was challenging.” Sam said once we were alone again, “I can’t believe she just did that. I take it you saw it? Her nunny?” Sam asked.

 

“I did. Sorry.” I nodded in shame, my face reddening.

 

“It’s not your fault. She did get it out right in front of you. I knew she was precocious but I wasn’t expecting that.” Sam admitted.

 

“If it’s any consolation, I prefer looking at yours.” I said, by way of mitigation.

 

“You don’t just look at mine though, do you?” Sam giggled, "You do naughty things to it."

 

Sam’s comment relieved the tension somewhat. We relaxed and drank our orange in near silence. To some extent I was thankful that Ella hadn’t mentioned that I’d seen her nunny yesterday too – was it only yesterday? So much had happened since then. Sam finished her drink.

 

“Mum was right, I was thirsty after yesterday’s exertions. Would you mind getting me another drink?” Sam asked, passing me her empty glass, “Tap water will be fine. The bathroom is the end door to the left.”

 

I took Sam’s glass and headed off to the bathroom as Sam had indicated. As I went to open the bathroom door it opened from within and Sam’s mum, Angie, emerged wrapped in a pure white bath towel extending from her chest to her upper thighs. Her blond hair was damp suggesting she’d just washed it or just had a shower or bath. She was carrying something blue. We both jumped with startled surprise. Whatever Angie was carrying fell to the floor; we both instinctively crouched down briskly to pick it up. Angie’s towel was tucked in tightly just above her chest but it was free below that. The rapid downward motion, and the way she was squatting caused the towel to gape open below her waist. To my utter amazement I found myself staring at the gap in her towel, through which I had an astoundingly clear view of her most intimate area. Time seemed to stand still as I gazed in wonderment. Angela had a neat ‘landing-strip’ of fine fair hair above her vulva. Although her labia protruded they were smooth, level and even; they were of purplish hue. After what seemed an eternity, but was only a matter of seconds in reality, we both quickly stood up. Angela straightened and smoothed out her towel. She looked at me apprehensively, her attractive face flushed red.

 

“I take it you saw it didn’t you?” she asked uneasily.

 

I was too awe-stricken to respond. I just stood open-mouthed; my face probably more crimson than hers.

 

“You saw my nunny didn’t you?” she quizzed, then realising that I probably didn’t know what she meant by ‘nunny’, she clarified, “You saw my vulva, my pussy, didn’t you?”

 

I was still rendered speechless by what had just occurred. Angela interpreted my silence as confirmation of her worst fears, like an interrogator would assume that ‘no comment’ was an admission of guilt.

 

“Oh my God! You did, didn’t you!” she exclaimed in horror as realisation struck, then she added piteously, “Please don’t tell my husband or daughters that you’ve seen it.”

 

I still couldn’t find the words – any words. My silence was met with a further desperate plea from Sam’s mother.

 

“Promise me you won’t tell my family what you’ve seen.” she continued despairingly, then she added unexpectedly, “If you promise not to tell anybody, I’ll let you see it again.”

 

Not believing what she’d just offered, I managed to timidly utter, “I promise.”

 

“Thank you!” Angie smiled, the relief in her voice and her expression palpable, "Thank you." she repeated.

 

Angela moved her hands to where the towel was tightly tucked in above her boobs and pulled at the ends, it came suggestively undone. She let it drop nonchalantly to the floor to reveal her whole, totally naked body, which glimmered still a tad wet. She stood facing me with an air of confidence, her legs slightly apart. She watched me as I slowly examined her from head to toe, taking in every splendid detail. Tiny rivulets of water traced snail-like lines down her bare body. Her neck and shoulders were gloriously elegant. Her boobs were symmetrical, round and full, with no indication of sag; her nipples pointed slightly outward away from the centre of her body giving her what I believe is termed an ‘East West’ breast type. Her stomach was trim and flat with no evidence of stretch marks which sometimes result from previous pregnancies. Her skin was silky smooth, and slightly tanned. As I mentioned from my initial sight of her pubic area, she had a neatly trimmed rectangular landing strip of fine fair hair; this led to her vulva – or nunny as she had delightfully called it the same as her daughters – which was denoted by slightly protruding labia that were silken, uniform, and quite dark. Was it bad that I really wanted her to open it up so that I could see if it was the same deep plum colour inside as her daughters’? I didn’t think she’d take too kindly to me asking her to do that though! She had wide hips and long, slender legs. For someone in their mid-forties she looked magnificent.

 

“Well, you’ve had a good look. Can I cover up again now?” she asked.

 

“Y-yes. Thank you.” I managed to murmur, still numb from what I‘d just witnessed, “You’re a very attractive woman.” I added.

 

“Thank you.” she smiled, “Remember, not a word of this to anyone.”

 

“I promise.” I said

 

Angela bent down, picked up her towel and re-wrapped it around her stunning naked body, making sure she tucked it in securely above her chest.

 

“Can I have my panties back now please?” she asked.

 

I looked at her bewildered.

 

“My panties?” she repeated, this time nodding in the direction of my hands.

 

I looked down and to my amazement I saw that I was tightly clutching a flimsy, pale blue pair of panties. I was genuinely perplexed as to how they'd got there. Then I recalled how Angie had dropped something blue as she was caught off guard coming out of the bathroom, and I had stooped instinctively and picked it up without appreciating what it was. With all that Angie had done since, I hadn’t even looked down to see what I was grasping. In fact, I’d completely forgotten that I was holding anything.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said sheepishly, handing them back to her.

 

“I should’ve put them on before I came out of the bathroom.” Angie admitted ruefully, “Although, to be honest, they don’t cover much! Now, if you'll excuse me. I'll go to my bedroom and get dressed.” she smiled.

"Of course. Sorry." I stammered, stepping to one side.

 

As Angie walked past me on her way back to her bedroom I noticed that her towel was puckered up at the back so that her peachy bum cheek was visible. I stopped her.

 

“Angie, your towel is tucked up at the back. Would you like me to sort it?” I offered gallantly.

 

“Yes please.” she said, glancing behind her at the errant towel, "If you don't mind?"

 

I reached forward intending to straighten the towel out, but I found the proximity of my hand to Angie’s bare bottom just too tempting. I gave her delectable soft cheek a gentle pat and subtle squeeze.

 

“Naughty!” Angie reproved me in exactly the same flirtatious tone and manner as Sam did whenever I overstepped the mark. "Still, I suppose I should be thankful that you only touched my bottom and didn't touch my nunny!" she giggled.

 

I apologetically withdrew my hand, straightening the towel out as I did so. I watched entranced as Angie walked back to her bedroom, her towel barely covering her butt. When she got to the bedroom door she glanced over her shoulder and saw that I was still watching her. She surreptitiously undid her towel and let it fall to the floor, giving me a splendid sight of her bare bottom. Then unbelievably she turned to face me so that I got another full-frontal view of her gorgeous, naked body. She smiled, held the pose for a few seconds, gave me a sneaky wink then closed the door.

 

Needless to say my member had responded accordingly. I quickly returned to Sam’s bedroom with her glass of water, and a raging erection. Sam was still sitting on the bed just as I had left her, I handed the glass to her.

 

“When you’ve had your drink, take your clothes off.” I said bluntly.

 

“Sorry?” Sam replied, uncomprehendingly.

 

“Take your clothes off.” I repeated, “Strip.”

 

“I thought that’s what you said Old Man” Sam sounded surprised, “What? All of them?” she asked, bemusedly.

 

“Every last stitch!” I confirmed, “I desperately want you naked again.”

 

“I assume this means you’re ready to take me again?” Sam said excitedly, "That your - what's it called - refractory period is over?".

 

“It does! And it is!” I beamed, “Now, strip off!”

 

Sam giggled as she lifted her white tee shirt over her head and promptly removed her sports bra. I was delighted to see her cute little tits again; when we had made love in the park she had left her top on and I didn’t get the opportunity to see or feel her boobs. I was going to ensure I made up for it this time. She then pulled her shorts and panties down together in a rush to get her nunny out.

 

She laid back on her bed supporting her weight on her elbows so that her head was propped up allowing her to look down the length of her body. Her feet were flat on the bed and her knees raised as in a typical birthing position. She watched between her legs as I undressed at the foot of the bed. When I lowered my shorts and exposed my erection she swooned.

 

“Boy! You are ready to have me again!” she gushed, “I’m looking forward to this!”

 

“You better be quieter than you normally are when we do it.” I instructed, “We don’t want your mum or sister to hear.”

 

“Am I really that noisy?” Sam asked.

 

“You can be.” I smiled.

 

“I’ll try.” she giggled, “I can’t promise though.”

 

I wasn’t entirely sure that I was ready. Although my manhood was erect and undoubtedly primed, my balls didn’t feel as if they had recharged as much as I would have liked. There was certainly no problem with me being aroused. From my position at the foot of the bed I had a terrific view of Sam’s gorgeous naked body stretched out in front of me. The way she was laying with her knees high and wide, her vulva was already invitingly open. I could see that the dark mauve inner folds were expectantly wet.

 

Seeing Sam’s nunny in all its glory reminded me that unbelievably in the last fifteen minutes I had seen Sam’s, her sister’s and her mum’s! My vision of the three of them showing me their nunnys had proved to be prophetic – what a great premonition!

 

I think Sam was expecting me to put my stiff member straight in her ready and willing nunny. As I leaned forward I sensed her tense up in anticipation. I knew I had to buy some time so instead I kissed her between the legs. Sam groaned appreciatively. I then worked my way up. I kissed her pubic mound, then her flat belly, lingering at her cute little bellybutton. I then smooched my way up her torso; her abs were tight but feminine. When I got to her breasts I devoted a lot of attention to each one. I kissed, licked, sucked, and playfully bit her prominent nipples. Meanwhile, Sam had reached between my legs and was gently stroking my shaft. I progressed further up, nuzzling into her long luxurious hair, kissing her neck, and nibbling at her ear lobes.

 

Sam was rubbing my dome against her expectant flaps. I now had my hands on her delightful little breasts, squeezing them and toying with them.

 

“Please can I put it in now?” Sam whispered desperately, “Please. I’m so ready for it!”

 

“I guess so.” I responded, “Not too much noise remember.”  I reminded her.

 

No sooner had I given Sam permission than I felt her insert my member between her labia.

 

“It’s in!” she giggled, “Oh my God! That feels so good!” she exclaimed.

 

Her hips rose to meet me; I pushed down with my pelvis and felt my shaft penetrate further. Straight away Sam started to moan. Her movements got more rapid and vigorous; she was thrusting energetically up towards me. The muscles that she’d developed in her thighs during our training sessions were being put to unexpected, good use! Her breathing was getting quicker and heavier. I knew what to expect next: sure enough she started to repeat ‘Oh my God!’ and ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’. Fortunately, she remembered to keep the noise down, and she only whimpered her satisfaction. I sensed her peak and relax beneath me.

 

“Mmm that was good.” she murmured, “How was it for you?”

 

To Sam’s surprise, I didn’t respond. Just as I’d anticipated, I didn’t climax as quickly as Sam this time, it was going to take me longer – perhaps much longer! I kept resolutely rising and falling, feeling myself deep within her sweet sugar walls. I thrust down on my own for a few beats before it dawned on Sam that I was still going. Eventually she realised what was occurring and started lunging up athletically towards me again. We continued in rhythm for another ten minutes. We were both breathing quickly and heavily. At last I felt ready to climax. I increased the speed and intensity of my thrusts. Sam responded. It was all getting a bit frantic now. We kissed passionately and I fondled Sam’s tits more ferociously than ever. Our lips parted briefly and in that instant Sam cried loudly: ‘Oh my God!’. I quickly clamped my mouth over hers to quieten her. Our bodies were writhing together; Sam thrusting up with a ferocity that I’d not experienced before. She gave an almighty gasp and went limp beneath me. Simultaneously I’d shot my load deep inside her.

 

We lay together side-by-side, exhausted and spent, our heavy breathing reverberating in the small bedroom. Gradually our breathing recovered enough so that we could talk. We turned to face each other. Sam’s usually immaculate hair was matted with sweat and clung ivy-like to her face and breasts. I brushed her hair away from her eyes and saw that they were glinting alive with contentment. I next removed the hair that was clinging to her breasts as it was spoiling my view of her adorable little tits. I noticed that her nipples were red; when I inadvertently (honest!) brushed my finger over them Sam flinched in discomfort.

 

“Oh my God! I wasn’t expecting that!” Sam proclaimed, “That was all a bit frenzied.”

 

“I’m sorry.” I replied, genuinely concerned, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

 

“No. Nothing like that.” Sam sought to reassure me, “I do have a confession to make though.”

 

“Oh?” I questioned.

 

Sam propped herself up on her elbow to better look at me. She was smiling contentedly, like a dog with two tails.

 

“I had two orgasms. About ten minutes apart.” she whispered softly but euphorically, “I’ve never done that before.”

 

“I thought you did.” I commented, “Did you enjoy it?”

 

“It was great!” she enthused, “I’ve never known a feeling like it! I hope I wasn’t too noisy?”

 

“I don’t think so.” I reassured her.

 

“It’s the first time I’ve ever had sex in my own bedroom.” Sam admitted coyly, “With someone else I mean.” she added quickly, “Obviously I’ve pleasured myself in here a lot. I’ve even thought of you when I’m doing it. But I’ve never climaxed twice so soon. Do you think of me when you’re doing it? Masturbating I mean? I assume you still do it Old Man?”

 

I was taken aback by her line of questioning; particularly that she had admitted to thinking of me when she pleasured herself.

 

“I think of you a lot.” I answered like a politician - truthfully without necessarily answering the question.

 

Sam looked up at the Lilo and Stitch wall clock.

 

“Do you realise it’s less than twenty-four hours since we first did it?” she observed, “In that time we’ve done it six times now – if you include the time you put it in my bottom without telling me!” she giggled.

“Less than twenty-four hours? So much has happened. I remember you at my place looking delightfully demure in your little black dress, and wondering if you really were serious about showing me your nunny, or if it had all been a big tease.” I commented.

 

“Now you know I wasn’t teasing.” Sam giggled, “I’d already made my mind up that I was going to show it to you irrespective of what time I achieved in the race. But it wasn’t until after we’d had dinner that I decided to get naked and show you everything.”

 

“I’m glad you did.” I purred, “You’ve got a stunning body.”

 

“Thank you. I think you’ve seen and felt every inch of it!” she chuckled, “In all honesty I wasn’t expecting us to go as far as we did. I thought we may have a bit of a kiss and a cuddle, but that was all.”

 

“As I say, I wasn’t even expecting to see your nunny, let alone see everything and do what we did.” I observed.

 

“Well I hope you enjoyed it? You’ve made love to me more in this past twenty-four hours than all my other boyfriends combined. You naughty Old Man!” Sam laughed.    

I considered all that Sam had just said; there was a lot to unpick there. Firstly, it seemed that she’d admitted to only having had sex five times or less in her whole life before today. Yet she had come across so experienced, so accomplished, so adventurous. Secondly, she was now referring to what we had done as ‘making love’ whereas previously she’d called it ‘having sex’ or, more likely ‘doing it’. Did this infer our relationship had progressed to something more serious, more long-term? Also, she’d alluded to ‘other boyfriends’; did she now consider that I was a ‘boyfriend’? Could I be a boyfriend at my age? So much to untangle.

 

“Making love six times in twenty-four hours is a new Personal Best for me too.” I smiled, “There’s absolutely no one that I’d rather set my PB with.” I gushed.

 

“Aww, that’s sweet! Me likewise. You've done well for an Old Man!" she beamed, "There’s still half-an-hour to go if you fancy making it a Magnificent Seven?”

She was smiling when she said it – I think she meant it. I looked at Sam laying there naked next to me, her ripe little tits in full view rising and falling slowly with each measured breath. Boy, was she gorgeous! Oh, how I’d love to have her again. But was I physically capable of doing it? Sam was looking at me as intently as I was looking at her. By what she said next I think she was reading my mind.

 

“If you do decide to do it would you mind if you put it in my bottom again next time? My nunny is rather sore.”

 

“Is it really that bad?” I quizzed, concern in my voice.

 

“Put it this way, I don’t think I’ll be walking normally for a day or two! Fortunately I expect people will blame the run.” she smiled, “Would you take a look at it for me?”

 

“If you insist!” I chuckled, “I’m only happy to help!”

 

I propped myself up and leant over Sam’s pelvic area. She in turn opened up her legs to give me a good view of her nunny; it did look rather red and tender. It looked particularly heavenly too. I leaned in even closer just to be sure.

 

“Mmm, it does look a tad sore. I wonder what could have caused that?” I chortled.

 

“Mmm, I wonder!” Sam mocked.

 

“I suggest rubbing it with healing cream twice a day for the next five days as a precaution.” I proposed’

 

“You’re my trainer, isn’t that part of your job?” she giggled.

 

“I’m happy to rub it twice a day if you’d like me to.” I grinned.

 

“Sounds fun!” she laughed, “But what about now? Would you like to put your stiffy in my bottom?”

 

“I would!” I beamed, “Have you got any lube?”

 

“I have. I keep it hidden with my toys. I wouldn’t want my mum or sister to find them!” Sam giggled.

 

Sam hunted around in her bedside cabinet until she found what she was looking for.

 

“As you’re going to be rubbing cream on my nunny do you mind if I rub lube on your cock?” she chuckled.

 

“I suppose that’s only fair.” I submitted.

 

I laid flat on my back. My member was partly stiff. Sam moved in close to it.

 

“That looks a tad sore too.” Sam observed.

 

“I wonder what could have caused that?” I echoed from earlier.

 

“Mmm, I wonder!” Sam mocked again.

 

Sam squeezed lube onto her delicate fingers and soothingly rubbed it onto my cock. Her touch felt so familiar yet simultaneously so exciting. It slowly started to respond so that after a little while it was stiff enough for Sam to wrap her fingers around it. She carried on rubbing lube onto it, grinning contently as she did so.

 

At that moment the bedroom door opened and Sam’s sister Ella strolled in. She stopped in her tracks at the view that greeted her. Sam immediately stopped stroking my erection and took her hand away. I quickly put my hands over it to hide it from Ella’s view; whether I was quick enough or not I don’t know - I doubted it.

 

Ella stared at us in total amazement, open-mouthed, eyes wide and struck dumb. We laid before her on Sam’s bed, both totally naked. I noted that Sam, like me, had put her hands over her most intimate area. Ella closed the door behind her and turned back to face us. I could see she was contemplating her next move; the cogs in her head were ticking around towards an idea. Slowly a roguish smile spread across her pretty face as she registered how perilous our situation was. I think Sam and I both realised at the same time we were defenseless against whatever mischievous intent Ella was contemplating.

 

“You're both naked!" Ella grinned tauntingly, "Are you two being naughty?”

 

“Ella, just leave us be please.” Sam replied, uncomfortably.

 

“I don’t think so.” Ella grinned, “Not unless you want mum and dad to find out what you’ve been doing.” There was no hiding the threat in Ella’s voice – I had no doubt she meant it.

 

“You wouldn’t?” Sam gasped in desperation.

 

“I would!” Ella said confidently, “Unless, of course, you do something to buy my silence.”

 

“How do you mean?” Sam replied.

 

“You could start by taking your hands away and showing me your cock.” Ella laughed [She was definitely talking to me!]

 

“Ella!” Sam exclaimed.

 

“Take your hands away and let me see it, otherwise I’ll tell mum what you two have been doing.” Ella spoke softly but positively.

 

I had no doubt that Ella was being serious. I also knew that she had us over a barrel. She had really left us without choice, we were completely in her power without any hope of deliverance. If we could get away with me just showing her my cock I thought we’d got off reasonably lightly

 

“It’s alight Sam, I’ll do it.” I said resignedly.

 

“Cool!” Ella exclaimed, delight in her voice, "This'll be fun!"

 

Ella moved closer to the bed to ensure she got the best view possible. I gradually opened my hands and moved them to the side so that my erection and balls were clearly on display. I could see that Ella was gazing at them incredulously.

 

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you actually did that!” Ella blurted excitedly, not taking her eyes from my nether region. Calming down slightly she added, “Can I touch it?”

 

“Ella! Really!” Sam exclaimed, “I think you’ve seen quite enough.”

 

“I’ll tell mum.” Ella said coolly.

 

Sam and I looked at each other in desperation. We both knew that Ella held all the aces. Acceding to her first demand in the hope that she would just go away and leave us in peace had failed; not only that it had proved our vulnerability. My concern was that if I did as she asked again, she would be tempted to ask for more. It was well known that blackmailers always come back for more. But what more could she ask for? Perhaps if I did let her touch it that would satisfy her curiosity and she would leave us?

 

“Okay Ella, you can hold it.” I said defeatedly.

 

“Really?” Ella exclaimed, “Oh wow!”

 

Sam had thrown me a disbelieving glance when I’d first acquiesced to Ella’s demand to touch me. We now both watched enraptured as Ella hesitantly wrapped her fingers around my erect member. I’d got so used to Sam’s familiar touch that Ella’s felt quite alien. She didn’t do anything with it, she just held it. She seemed to be enjoying herself though because she was purring with pleasure.

 

“When I first interrupted you, were you two about to have sex?” Ella asked, frankly, without letting go of my member.

 

Sam and I looked at each other. Neither of us spoke to either confirm or deny Ella’s observation. Ella took our silence as tacit proof that we were.

 

“You were, weren’t you!” she giggled, “That’s very naughty!”

 

Again, neither Sam nor I spoke to either admit or deny Ella’s assertion. Ella took our silence as all the confirmation she needed to risk pushing us even further.

 

“Okay, here’s the deal. If you have sex with me as well as my sister – or instead of - then I won’t mention any of this to our parents.” Ella stated.

 

“Ella!” Sam cried, “Don’t be silly! He won’t do that!”

 

I don’t know if Sam’s outcry was to protect her sister, to protect me or to protect her own relationship with me. It certainly put us in an invidious position. I had to think quickly, the situation was desperate. I thought of a plan that may just get us out of the predicament we found ourselves in. I leaned across and whispered in Sam’s ear.

 

“Sam, I’m going to call Ella’s bluff. Don’t be shocked by what I’m about to say.”

 

Sam looked at me doubtfully but nodded her consent just the same.

 

“Ella, you are right. Your sister and I were about to have sex.” I admitted, “If Sam agrees, I’m happy to have sex with you too. But be warned, we are going to have anal sex, you may find it a bit painful if you’re not used to it.”

 

Sam shot me a worried look but kept quiet. Ella appeared to be taken off-guard.

 

“Anal? That’s in my bottom isn’t it?” Ella questioned innocently.

 

“That’s right. I’ll put my hard cock in your bottom. In fact it'll go right up your bottom.” I explained, “As I say, you’ll probably find it a tad uncomfortable. Especially if you’ve not done it before.”

 

“I’m sure anything Sam can do, I can do!” she stated with conviction, “It can’t be that bad.”

 

“If you’re sure?” I probed, “I suggest I do it with your sister first. You can watch. Then if you’re happy to carry on I’ll do it with you. Okay?”

 

I trusted that Ella was too naive to know about refractory periods, or if she did know, she thought I was capable of a quick turnaround!

 

“Okay.” Ella said, a slight hesitancy in her voice.

 

I leant in close to Sam and whispered in her ear again so that Ella couldn’t hear.

 

“The plan is that you make it seem so painful that Ella gets scared off.” I explained, “I want you to bend over the bed. I’ll pretend to put it in but I won’t actually put it in. You act as if you’re in pain while we’re doing it. Hopefully Ella will cry off before we go too far. Okay?”

 

“Okay.” Sam whispered back uneasily, “I hope this works.”

 

I turned to face Ella and put on my earnest face and serious voice.

 

“Ella, I want you watch carefully what your sister does. If you get it wrong when it comes to your turn you may end up getting hurt.” I said, then turning to Sam I added, “Sam bend over the bed and stick your bottom in the air.”

 

Sam obeyed without question. I stood directly behind her and took in the splendid view; she really did have a great bum. My cock stiffened at the sight – at least I didn’t have to pretend that I was aroused! I shuffled closely in behind her so that my member was touching her bare bottom; she flinched when she first felt it touch her. I folded over her, clutched her boobs, snuffled my face into her hair and kissed her softly on the neck. Sam was simpering appreciatively. I momentarily broke off from necking Sam and turned to speak to Ella. I could see that she was watching intently.

 

“This first phase is all about stimulation. We both need to be aroused but relaxed. If we are too tense it will make the penetration phase much more difficult, and very painful for your sister. Understand?”

 

Ella nodded, seemingly captivated by what we were doing. I buried my face into Sam’s lustrous hair again so that I could whisper in her ear without Ella over-hearing.  

 

“I’m going to pretend to put it in now. Remember to react as if it is painful but also pleasurable.”

 

Sam nodded. I backed off her slightly and parted her bum cheeks to expose her butt hole. Sam gripped the bedding tightly with both hands and braced herself. Taking hold of my erect member I offered it up to Sam’s anus but instead of inserting it I laid it flat in Sam’s bum crack and quickly pushed my pelvis forward to hide what I had done. I was sure that Ella hadn’t noticed my ruse. I took hold of Sam’s hips tightly in both hands and started thrusting. No sooner had I began than Sam moaned as if in agony. She was so convincing that even I thought I was really hurting her. Her whining reached a crescendo. By the time I stopped – after just a couple of minutes – she was blubbing and shedding real tears. She deserved an Oscar for her performance. I backed off.

 

“You okay Sam?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

 

“Yes. Thank you.” Sam replied, snivelling and teary-eyed, "I really wanted to scream but I was worried that mum would hear."

 

I turned to Ella. She looked scared witless.

 

“Your turn now Ella.” I said, “Swap places with your sister.”

 

If Ella had run from the room I wouldn’t have been surprised, nor would I have blamed her. In fact, that’s what I was expecting and, in a way, it was what we were hoping for. The colour had drained from her face, she was ashen. Sam moved to one side and Ella slowly took her place. I stood behind her.

 

“Unbutton your shirt and unfasten your bra.” I instructed.

 

“Shall I take them right off?” Ella asked assuredly.

 

“It’s up to you. You don’t have to. I’m going to feel your breasts but I can do that under your bra.” I told her brazenly.

 

Ella struggled to undo the buttons on her shirt due to her fingers trembling so much, but when they were all undone she took it right off. She then unfastened her bra and removed that too. I put my arms around her and held her breasts. They were noticeably fuller than her sister’s and wobbled pleasingly as I fondled them. I leant in and kissed Ella’s neck then whispered to her:

 

“Are you ready for me to put it in now?” I asked.

 

“I think so.” Ella whimpered edgily or excitedly - I wasn't sure which.

 

“I’m going to have to lift up your skirt and pull down your knickers. Is that okay?” I asked.

 

“That’s fine by me.” Ella chuckled, “You can take them right off if you want to.”

 

This wasn’t going at all to plan. Ella seemed to be enjoying herself way too much. And, truth be told, so did I! I moved back from Ella slightly. She reached out and gripped the bedding just as Sam had done. She was holding on so tight I could see the white of her knuckles. Unbelievably it appeared she was prepared to go through with it despite witnessing the pain it had apparently caused Sam.

 

I lifted up Ella’s little grey skirt and pulled down her flimsy knickers to expose her delightful bottom. Just as I had done with Sam, I parted her bum cheeks to expose her butt-hole. It suddenly occurred to me that I had now seen and touched Sam, Angie and Ella’s bottoms. They were all adorable, peachy and eminently squeezable. Worryingly Ella’s butt-hole was even smaller and tighter than Sam’s.

 

“Ella, are you sure about this?” I asked, genuinely concerned, “It’s going to be a very tight fit. You saw the pain it caused your sister, and yours is much smaller.”

 

“Can you at least try?” Ella pleaded, “If it hurts too much I’ll ask you to stop.”

 

I looked despairingly at Sam hoping she could get me out of the mess I’d created. I really didn’t want to have sex with Sam’s sister. No, that’s not correct: I really did want to have sex with Sam’s sister – that was the problem! I could tell that Sam was getting flustered; it was obvious she didn’t want me to have sex with her sister.

 

“Ella I’m really worried that you’re going to get hurt. It will be extremely painful if your lining rips or tears. And it’ll bleed.” Sam pleaded, she hesitated and then added, “If you scream the chances are that mum will hear. You wouldn't want her to find you bent over my bed with a large cock rammed up your bottom would you?"

I found Sam’s description of what could go wrong very off-putting. I hoped it would have the same impact on Ella. She certainly appeared doubtful.

"There is an alternative." Sam proffered.

I was blindsided by her second comment; what ‘alternative’ was she thinking about? I looked at her perplexed.

 

“Alternative?” Ella asked, her interest piqued.

 

“Instead of putting his cock in your bum we could have a naked romp on the bed and he could use his fingers on us.” Sam explained, “It’s just as much fun and a lot less painful.” she continued.

 

“How do you mean ‘use his fingers’?” Ella asked, naively.

 

“He’ll rub our nunnies with his fingers then slide them inside and play with our clits.” Sam detailed, “I can assure you that it feels great.”

 

“It sounds like he’s done this to you before?” Ella smiled, “Has he?”

 

Sam had left herself open to that; it was pointless denying it. We were digging a hole for ourselves and it was getting bigger by the minute.

 

“He has.” Sam conceded, “I can thoroughly recommend it. How about it Ella? It’ll be fun. And a lot less painful.”

 

“It does sound fun.” Ella smiled, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

 

“Cool! Once he’s done it though you have to promise to keep all this a secret” Sam pressed, “No one must know he’s fiddled with our nunnies.”

 

“I’m hardly likely to tell mum and dad that am I?” Ella giggled.

 

It appeared Ella had taken Sam’s bait, hook, line and sinker. Sam had negotiated a trade-off which meant I wasn’t going to have full sex with her sister, but I was going to feel both of their nunnies. I didn’t think I’d done too bad out of the deal!

 

Ella quickly removed her panties and skirt so that she too was totally naked. Although she was built completely different to her sister she was a very attractive girl. We all climbed onto the bed. Now Sam’s bed was larger than a single but not as big as a regular double so you can imagine that with three of us naked on it there was lots of bodily contact – both accidental and deliberate! Our lecherous revelry was accompanied by copious giggling and playful banter. Both girls took the opportunity to touch my manhood again. In fact Ella seemed to have hands everywhere; I don’t think there was a part of my body that she didn’t handle. At one point she gripped my balls so tight that it made me squeal. And one time she pressed her boobs into my face so much I thought she was going to suffocate me.

 

Eventually we settled down and found our positions. We all laid on our backs with our heads propped up on pillows so that we could see down the length of the bed. I was in the middle with Sam on my left and Ella on my right. Both girls had parted their legs slightly to make their nunnies more easily accessible. My manhood was standing bolt-upright like a beacon. The girls chuckled to each other about it.

 

I placed my left hand on Sam’s nunny and started to gently rub it. I was conscious that Sam had revealed that her vulva was quite tender so I was sensitive and considerate with my action. Sam moaned appreciatively. Simultaneously I had placed my right hand on Ella’s nunny and started to rub that too. Ella had reacted immediately by pushing up with her pelvis to exaggerate my motion. I was much more robust with my stroking of Ella, and her response was a lot more vocal. I hoped she wouldn’t be so noisy so as to attract the attention of her mum; but after what Angie had done earlier maybe all she would do is join in, and I’ve have three pussies to stroke!

 

After a couple of minutes I slipped my fingers in to both Sam and Ella. Because I was already familiar with Sam’s nunny, I immediately found her clit. I plucked at it carefully, not wanting to cause Sam further pain. She groaned in response and her face convulsed but I’m sure it was more in pleasure than pain. Ella’s clit was more difficult to find. When I did find it, it was tiny. Whereas Sam’s was bean size, her sister’s was no bigger than a grain of corn. But boy, was it sensitive! I suppose all the erogenous receptors were concentrated in a small space. As soon as I touched it she writhed with pleasure and cried out: ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!’.

 

“I take it he’s inside you too?” Sam asked breathing heavily.

 

“Oh my God! It feels so good!” Ella exclaimed between gasps, “I’m so wet already!”

 

To be fair, Ella was wet when I first slipped my fingers in. I continued to tickle Ella’s responsive little clit; she was getting even wetter.

 

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, then added desperately, ”I’m so sorry, I have to go to the bathroom!”

 

I quickly withdrew my fingers and Ella scrambled off the bed. She was clutching her hands over her nunny.

 

“You better take your clothes with you.” Sam advised, “You don’t want mum catching you like that!”

 

Ella bent over and picked her clothes up off the floor, her adorable bare bottom turned towards me. I leant across and gave it a cheeky slap. To think, just ten minutes ago I could have been inside that!

 

“That’s not helping!” Ella cried, flustered, “I can’t find my panties!” she added desperately.

 

“I think they’re on the bed.” Sam said.

 

Ella turned to face us; she was flushed to almost a beetroot shade, and sweating profusely. Her nunny was glistening wet. Somehow her skimpy pink panties had ended up nestled between my legs close to my erect member. As Ella reached across to retrieve them she inadvertently touched my cock.

 

“Oh my God! That’s made it worse! I think I'm going to squirt!” Ella bawled, “I’m so sorry!”

"Don't squirt on my bed!" Sam reprimanded her sister.

 

Ella rushed from the room clutching her clothes and her nunny. We watched her cute little bottom wobble as she left.

 

“I think you’ve caused my little sister to have an orgasm you naughty old man!” Sam chuckled.

 

“It would appear so.” I said, embarrassed and abashed, “I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s not your fault.” Sam consoled me, then more earnestly she added, “Tell me in all honesty, would you have sex with my little sister?”

I wasn’t sure if Sam was setting a trap for me so I knew I had to be careful how I answered. I considered her question for a moment then responded:

 

“If she’s only half as good in bed as her big sister she’d be great!”

 

“Aww! Thank you!” Sam purred, “Do you mean that?”

 

“Of course! You’re the best!” I affirmed.

 

Sam leaned in close and kissed me. I was feeling chuffed that I appeared to have neatly swerved Sam’s awkward question. Then she continued:

"Is it bad that I really didn't want to share your cock with my sister? I was happy enough to share your fingers and even your mouth, but I'm very protective of your penis; I consider that to be mine, and mine alone!" she giggled.

I was surprised what Sam said next.

“Now that we’ve got the bed to ourselves we’ve got about ten minutes left. If you can get me to orgasm in that time you will have achieved your personal best of seven times in twenty-four hours. Oh, and my nunny is not too bad so you can put it in there rather than my bottom. That’s if you want to?” she chuckled.

"It's yours, and yours alone!"I chuckled.

 

Without hesitation I rolled over on top of Sam, my face beaming. I pushed her hair away from her face and we kissed passionately. As I fondled her cute little tits, Sam took hold of my cock, stroked it a few times then manoeuvred it into her nunny.

 

“It’s in!” she giggled, “You’ll not have to do a lot, after what you did to my clit just now I’m virtually there anyway!”

 

“Me too!” I sniggered.

 

Sam wasn’t exaggerating; on just my third thrust she started her familiar chant of: ‘Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!’ [It hadn’t gone unnoticed that Ella had done exactly the same – I wondered if it was a trait handed down from their mum too? Best not think on that!]. Sam was as wet as her sister as I ejaculated, amazing myself how much my balls had managed to produce. We canoodled for a few minutes more then I rolled off her.

 

“Wow! That was good.” Sam sighed, “I wasn’t quite expecting that much!” she smiled.

 

“Me neither!” I confirmed.

 

“Well you’ve done it!” Sam announced jubilantly, “A new Personal Best – seven times in under twenty-four hours! Not bad for an Old Man!”

 

“I couldn’t have done it without you!” I joked.

 

“You were still packing quite a punch at the end there Old Man, I think you saved a bit for that final push! I reckon with a bit of training you could manage eight times!” Sam giggled, “If you go for a new PB in the future, can I be involved?”

 

“Involved?” I chuckled, “You’ll be involved eight times!” I declared, "At least!"

 

“Great!” she exclaimed, “A new Personal Best for me too!”

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