Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Hippie girlfiends

Codes; Voy, MFF, cheat, MF

Summery; How can that fat old hippie have two sexy girlfeinds? Hippies share everything...

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Hippie girlfriends;

Part 1, Irene

I was tired. I'd been working all day, rewiring an old workshop down the road.

I sat out on the porch with a beer, contemplating what to do about dinner. Then I saw the hippie woman walking towards me through the back yard.

They were camping on my land up on the ridge. I'd said it was ok, so long as they don't leave any garbage or toilet paper behind. They can even swim in the pond up there. My land is 80 acres, 1 wide and 80 long, starting from the main road and stretching up through the hills. It was a huge single property once, but had been subdivided into these strips each with a building plot and a bit of meadow at the bottom. I had a couple of acres of good farmland, and a small meadow and a pond up on the ridge where they were parked. The other 70 acres was almost inaccessible thick mountainous forest higher up. I made a living as an independent electrician.

Anyway, I remembered her name was Irene. She was the older one, her hair a mixture of black and grey. Thin and wiry, with a somewhat gaunt face.

"Evening!" she called out as she approached. She was carrying a heavy bag in one hand. "I've got some home cooked bread and stew. Would you like to share it with me?"

"Homemade bread?" I asked. "That sounds good."

"It is!" she laughed, "I saw you coming home in your service van, I thought you must need some real food."

She was a decade older than me, and married, so this wasn't that kind of flirtation I thought. Besides, I wasn't one of them. I was a country redneck republican gun owner.

Well we ate together and got to talking. I'd been living alone for a while and talking was nice.

There were three of them traveling together. I'd assumed the younger woman was the daughter of the older couple, but Irene told me otherwise.

"Olivia was my best student; I was teaching yoga... we became good friends. She moved into our spare room. I could see she was really into my old man, and he had a lot of lust for her too. Something had to give; either I had to throw my friend out, or they'd cheat on me. I mean, you know what she looks like, how long could a man keep his hands off of a girl like that when she's oozing desire at him?"

The girl, Olivia, was why I'd said they could stay. Not that I'd thought I could have her, or even wanted her [other than sexually]. But when she'd smiled at me in that way of hers, I just melted inside. She had something special about her, a generosity of spirit. The girl just radiated love, even I couldn't deny it. She also had huge breasts and a sexy curvy waist, long frizzled hair, and friendly eyes.

Irene continued;

"So I told them both to go ahead and do it. I went out for a few hours and when I came home I knew they had.  We've been living together since then; I give them their space and Olivia does the same so Max and me can have some fun."

"So actually, you're here so that they can have some alone time?" I asked.

"You got it. They're up in the bus fucking like rabbits." She said.

That Max, he was old. How weird that beautiful young Olivia should want a guy like that. She could have any man she wanted. And she was young, a teenager for sure.

The older woman and I sat in the dark, thinking about sex. Then she gathered up her things and went back up the track through the fields towards the bus where her man and girlfriend were waiting.

They'd got the bus up there along a fire road, but there was a steep footpath from the pond down to my house.

She came back a couple of times a week. It took a while before we started doing it together.

I'd been alone for nearly a year. My wife had left me to live in the city; she said the farm was too remote, isolated, there was no one to talk to.

Maybe she was right. I was happily spending evenings with Irene, who I had pretty much nothing in common with.

"Can I have a kiss goodnight?" she asked me as she stood to go.

"Sure." I said, and got up in front of her without a second thought.

In the darkness of the spring night, I couldn't see the grey in her hair, or the creases around her eyes. But I could feel the warm strength in her slim body, the soft wetness of her lips, the small lumps of her breasts against my chest as her hands held me tight for five long seconds.

Her mouth broke free, but her hands stayed on my back. Mine stayed on hers, too. Her boney hips pressed against me and I realized she must be able to feel my cock against her thigh, because it was suddenly stiff and hot.

"Maybe I should stay a little longer." She suggested.

"Maybe." I said, and kissed her again.

I knew it wasn't a good idea. She was wrong for me in just about every way; she was a left wing city woman in a relationship with someone else, she was too old for me, but she wanted it, and I wanted it.

We stood on the porch for a while, exploring our feelings and each other's mouths. What did age matter? Or cultural background, or political belief? She was a woman and I was a man, I had a hard cock and she had a soft damp vagina that wanted it. I pulled her into the house, and through to the bedroom. We stood apart as we undressed ourselves.

The bedside light was on, I could see her quite clearly. Her skin was blemished, but she had great muscle tone. She was very lean. She had long smooth legs and thick curly pubic hair.

She sat on the edge of my bed and I stood in front of her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her as she took my hot hard penis in her cool soft hands. It was good to feel that human contact again, the acceptance, the desire. She tickled my balls and bent down to take me in her mouth.

That felt very good; my wife had only rarely done that. My cock quivered in Irene's experienced mouth as she stroked me with her lips.  I had to pull it away from her because I was going to lose control.

She got onto the middle of the bed and I climbed above her, we kissed and fondled. Her breasts were fairly small, soft and sensitive. I sucked her nipples, then went down on her.

I had quite a bit of practice at that; I liked it and I was good at it. I licked and sucked on her, in no hurry for it to end. I held her admirably tight ass in my hands as she came, moaning softly as she held my head in her hands.

She pulled me upwards, making her desire clear without words. I rolled over and pulled open my bedside drawer, where I'd optimistically put some condoms a few months earlier.

"Don't." she said as she saw what I was up to. "I like it natural. Don't worry, just go with it. I'm too old to get pregnant."

"You don't look it." I said in all honesty.

"You're a smooth talking young man! I'm forty-five sweetheart. So unless that's a problem, come here."

I was 24; but it wasn't a problem. So I got between her inviting thighs, rubbed it up and down her a couple of times, then slipped it into her.

She shuddered and arched her back, grabbing my ass to pull me the rest of the way in. She sighed in contentment.

"That's so good!" she whispered.

I was on the edge; I hadn't prepared myself, I was far too horny. The warm smooth sensation of her, the smell, her kisses, her fingers on my ass and her powerful vagina squeezing my neglected dick was more than I could handle.

I came, helplessly and uncontrollably.

"Shit." I moaned in defeat.

"What's the problem?" she asked, "That was nice."

"I didn't want to come yet." I admitted.

"Roll over, baby." She said. "Can you do it again? Maybe in a little while?"

"Probably. I don't know." I said.

"Well we'll just have to find out." She said lightly. "It's ok either way, you already made my night."

We kissed and fondled some more; I always wanted to be like that after sex, but my wife would jump out of bed and take a shower after I came in her. Neither of us was often satisfied.

Irene sucked my sticky cock, and I felt the power return; I was as hard as ever, but my balls were empty. It was a wonderful feeling, to have the tension in my cock, yet to be relaxed at the same time. I got back in position, and slid it home again. She was slimy inside, but it didn't matter. She gripped me tight with her arms, legs, and vagina as I got to work.

I was invincible, indestructible, superman... I could fuck like I always dreamed, fuck and fuck without coming!

She came though; the mature woman below me came four times I think. It was fantastic, by far the best sex I'd ever known.

Not that I'd known much of it before that. One girlfriend in high school, and when that ended I couldn't seem to get anyone to go out with me. Then the woman I married and our tepid couplings. I was 24 years old and I'd never known sex could be that good.

I'd never met a woman like Irene. No woman who would wait, patiently loving me to a second hardon. No one who came four times. 

After an eternity of mad sweaty passion, feeling a power that I'd never even imagined was possible, I held her strong thin body tightly as I came a second time.

We lay side by side in sweaty contented silence for a few minutes.

"That was good." She declared, and got up to take a shower.

She left, heading back across the field and up the stony track to their bus.

I lay in my lonely bed, wondering what the hell had just happened to me. I was emptied out, and it was wonderful.

The next morning I set up my telescope in the living room so I could look through the patio doors at the high meadow. I couldn't see the bus, it was behind some trees. But I could see Irene and Olivia in their leotards practicing their yoga in the dawn light.

They moved in slow harmony, the exercises graceful and sexy. At one point they sat face to face and stretched with each other, leaning and twisting together almost like lovers. I saw Max watching them too; he was an amiable guy, but I couldn't figure out how he'd managed to get himself two women as hot as Irene and Olivia. He was old and bald, very short, and had a grey beard. He usually wore some kind of tacky white robe like a priest or an Arab. A nice enough guy, but a total weirdo.

As they finished their routine, he approached them. I took me a moment to realize that he was fishing his penis out from under the loose white folds of his peculiar outfit.

Irene turned away, but Oliva leaned forward as he put it in her mouth. They were side on to me, and I had a perfect view; Max was huge.

Was that all it took, I wondered to myself? A big cock, and women would do anything you want?

I couldn't tear my eye from the scene. The young beauty was sucking the old man as if he was a deity, her hands went between his legs and her head moved forward and back over the end of it. Just the end, maybe a third of it was all that fit in her mouth. He looked down at her in rapture. At least the old bastard seemed to appreciate what he had.

Then I saw Irene heading down towards me. It would take fifteen minutes or so to get to the house from there.

The old man took the pretty girl by the hand and led her towards the bus. She seemed to skip alongside him, thrilled at his lust for her, eager for whatever it was they were going to do.

I put the telescope away before Irene arrived. She was still wearing the stretchy leotard, and she was a bit hot and out of breath.

"I want to take a bath." She said as she came through the door.

"Sure, no problem." I said.

"Together with you." She added.

The tight thin fabric revealed her muscle tone, the perfect round globes of her ass. A few pubic hairs escaped the narrow strip that barely covered her groin. In the daylight, her face revealed her age; she wore no makeup and her hair was in a small tight braid behind her head. Yet she was beautiful.

She had something more to her, something that seemed to shine from within; a robust health, an energy, an aura.

Or maybe I was just horny and I wanted more of that great sex.

When the bath was half filled, we undressed and got in. She smiled warmly and took my stiff cock in her hand. I kissed her fondly and she teased it with her fingers. I put a hand on her breast.

"This is nice." She said.

She got to her feet and stood still as a soaped her, rubbing her everywhere, right down to her fingertips. She grabbed my cock in a soapy grip from time to time. I was quivering with hot desire for her, I was infatuated with the older woman.

She rinsed off then cleaned me in return, her hands taking their time. I drained the tub as we rinsed with the shower head. We toweled each other and then she took my hand and led me to my bedroom, my stiff cock standing out in front of me.

"Lay down on your back." She told me.

She propped herself on her elbows between my open legs, smiled at me, and took my cock in her mouth.

She sucked me luxuriously, slowly, lovingly. As if sucking my cock was the greatest thing in the world for her. She sucked hard, soft, fast, and slow. She played with my balls and tickled my anus.

"You don't have a control problem like this." She noted.

"No, it's only when I move." I said. I realized that I'd never spoken of it before. Not with anyone.

"But you can come if you want to?"she asked.

"In a second." I confirmed.

"Interesting." She said, getting up and straddling me. She held me in her hand and lowered herself down my hard wet pole. In the hard light of day, the older woman rode me, looking down into my eyes.

"What about like this?" she asked.

"I'm just hanging on." I said, doing everything I could to keep from tensing up and coming.

"What about this?" she asked, and her vagina grabbed my cock as tight as a fist. She lifted and lowered herself, so tight that I could barely squeeze back in again. Then she leant forward and kissed me.

I blew, emptying my balls to her supple frame. She lifted her face a couple of inches and smiled in satisfaction. But I felt bad, because she hadn't had an orgasm of her own.

She pulled herself off of me and took another shower.

"Would you like to have dinner with us up at the bus?" she asked when she came out, naked as she toweled herself.

"Wouldn't that be weird?" I asked.

"I don't know." She said, "Let's find out."

Oddly, it wasn't too awkward. We all ate and talked and laughed as if I hadn't had sex with Irene.

They were vegetarians, and we had a nut roast and a decent bottle of wine. I realized that they weren't poor; the new solar panels on top of the old bus weren't cheap, and there were some expensive gadgets lying around.

"Say, would it be ok if we put in some vegetables?" Max asked. "I mean, we might not be around long enough to harvest, but we just like to keep busy."

I got my old tractor out and plowed up a plot for them a bit lower than the pond, so they could water by gravity.

A couple of days later Irene came by with more home cooking, and more hot sex followed the meal.

She went down on me, in her fabulous way. When I looked into her eyes, I didn't see another man's middle-aged wife; I just saw a beautiful woman who seemed to really like sucking my hard young cock.

I stroked her hair, looking at her rapturously. She pulled up for a moment.

"I love the way you look at me when I do this." She said, "Like the happiest man in the world."

"That's just how I feel." I said, "No one ever did that to me the way you do."

"Come in my mouth." She said.

After a minute, I did. She clamped my cock tight in her hand after a second, not letting me ejaculate after the first squirt. When my spasms ended, she put it back into her mouth and relaxed the pressure, sucking down the fluid that was released.

"I love your come." She said.

"I love sharing it with you." I said.

She lay down next to me, her head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers over her slim smooth naked body.

"Max never comes." She said.

"What do you mean?"

"He got into tantric sex, the idea is to get as aroused as possible, but never come."

"Ever?"

"Ever. He hasn't come in ten years."

"But..." I stopped, because the questions weren't decent.

"Yes, we do it." She said. "And he does it with Olivia too, and on occasion both of us at the same time. We do all sorts of things to him, he stays hard but doesn't come."

"Wow, so the opposite of me then."

Irene laughed; "That's true! But I tell you, I really like it when you come. It sort of fills a need."

"So what are these things you do to him?" I asked.

She took my limp cock in her hand; we were both waiting for it to get hard again, because we were going to enjoy it together when it did.

"Kissing and sucking." She said, "Just being really sensual, both of us rubbing ourselves against him at the same time. Olivia likes to ride him; she has those big breasts and they bounce while she does it."

"Don't you get jealous?" I asked.

"Of course, that's all part of it. But I love Olivia, she's so sweet. She's like a ray of sunlight, made of pure love."

"Do you and she..."

"No, we're both straight. We love each other as sisters. Or something like that, there's no analogy."

In her hand, my cock was ready for round two.

We did it in a sitting position, Irene sitting on my thighs with her arms and legs wrapped around my back. It was slow, intense, and very intimate. We kissed deeply and she rotated her hips as her vagina clamped and relaxed, clamped and relaxed. She got me to the edge and kept me there, quivering in ecstasy for an age.

"Now come in me." She whispered in my ear as she started to work me harder, gyrating her torso around my stiff cock until she started to come herself.

Her orgasm was the most stimulating thing possible to me, and I came with her, shooting a load of semen into her thin muscular body.

We lay in our intimate post-sexual state.

"So did you have any children?" she asked.

"No, thankfully. Then the disaster would have been even greater. What about you?"

She stroked her finger across her flat belly. "No." she said. "And it's too late now. About ten years ago, I told Max I wanted one, but he was already into his tantric trip. He said if I could make him come, we could be parents.

I tried and tried... I succeeded once, but it didn't take. That was when I got Olivia in to help. We made a plan... and it worked too."

"What did you do?"

"We had a threesome. We had a signal arranged; I gave her the nod, then stuck my tongue in Max's mouth and gave him the big squeeze. You know the one, right? Haha, sure you do. At the same time, Olivia grabbed his balls and stuck her tongue in his ass. That did the trick, and I got pregnant too. But I miscarried, and as far as I know he hasn't shot a load since."

"Wow, that's a heavy story." I said, "Olivia must have been barely legal ten years ago."

"You're right, she was 17. And a virgin before Max. She's never been with anyone else, she's never even tasted come."

I kept silent. I was surprised to learn Olivia was 27.

"I guess I should have left him, left them both. I was making good money teaching yoga, and there were always a lot of tempting men around. But I loved him, and Olivia too."

"And now?" I asked; "You're welcome to stay here with me. I'm barely hanging onto the place right now, but when the economy picks up I'll be ok."

She sighed as she got out of bed.

"That's so sweet of you, I really appreciate the offer. But I still love them, and besides, I'm far too old for you. What if you want kids one day? We're having good fun together, let it end gracefully when we go back to San Francisco."

Part 2; Olivia

A few days later I was invited up to the bus for dinner again.

"I know about you and Irene." Max told me quietly. "Look, I don't blame you. She's an amazing woman, and all's fair in love and war."

Irene didn't come down to the house after that. I spied on the women in the mornings through my telescope as they practiced their yoga. One time, Max came and took Irene's face in his hands. I saw her reach under his voluminous white outfit, and pull out his monster cock. She sucked him there in the morning sunlight, in my upper meadow, her head moving forward and back. Then he took her hand and led her back to the bus.

I had no right to be jealous; but emotion knows nothing of right or wrong. Olivia sat in the meadow alone, seemingly at peace. I had a job so I had to go.

A couple of days later, Irene and Oliva came down together; they asked to borrow my van to go shopping. When they came back, Olivia told me the tomatoes they'd planted were ripe.

"Why don't you come up and pick some?" she asked me, "They're so nice and tasty."

In the field, I talked with the young sweetheart; she didn't seem twenty-seven, I still thought she was more like a teenager. Full of life and joy at simple things, laughing at a butterfly and remarking on a bird. We sat between the vines and talked for a while.

"Irene and Max are all uptight with each other." Olivia said, "I hate it when they argue."

"Did either of them tell you what it's about?" I asked.

"You of course, sleeping with Irene." She said. "Max pretends he's so cool, but really he's jealous and insecure. He's afraid Irene will leave him. I guess we'll be heading back to the city soon. I don't want to go back yet, it's so pretty here."

"It's not as nice in winter." I pointed out.

"That's true, but it's only July. We have corn coming, and peppers."

"I could post it to you." I offered.

She laughed brightly at the silly idea.

That evening I saw her coming down to the house. I was a bit surprised.

"Irene sent me down with some lasagna for you." She said. "Better eat it right away while it's hot."

We sat in the evening gloom. Olivia didn't seem to be in any hurry to get back.

"Irene told me you said she could stay if she wanted." Olivia said.

"That's right, I did." I admitted. "She shot me down, she said she still loves Max."

"They have something very special." Olivia said, "But I think it's time for me to move on. You know I moved out of my parent's house straight in with them. I don't really know what to do."

"What do you want to do?"

"Stay here." She said softly.

The bomb finally landed.

"You mean, here with me?"

"Well, I don't know, maybe, just for a little while." She said, looking away.

She was blushing deeply.

"Jeez Olivia. We haven't even..."

"I've never been with anyone except Max." she said.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

I stepped closer. "Did Irene tell you to?"

"She suggested it." Olivia admitted.

I put my hand on her ass and pulled her tight. "Well all right." I said, and kissed her.

I was mad for Irene, but she wasn't going to be mine. She'd sent young Olivia to me; this was what all four of us needed.

Olivia was short and wide, with big full breasts and a round firm ass, wonderfully curved waist, and just a tiny bulge in her belly. She didn't have a face that would look very good in a photo, but in real life the sparkle in her eyes and her quick easy laughter made her a very sexy woman.

I pulled her into the house and shut the door. We went into the bedroom and undressed.

"Well that's not small." She said when she saw my penis.

"Did Irene say it was?" I asked.

"Well, she said you were smaller than Max." Olivia admitted.

She went down on me, sucking and stroking me with a familiar technique. Irene had taught Olivia more than just yoga.

"I'm going to lose it!" I warned her.

She just nodded, hummed, and kept right at it.

"I'm going to come." I warned her again, then blew my load into her pretty mouth.

She sucked, swallowed, and pulled. She vacuumed me out eagerly, hungrily, her bright eyes sparkling at me as she swallowed.

"Wow." I said.

"Wow." She answered, and we both laughed.

"Did Irene tell you to do that too?" I asked.

"She suggested it." Olivia admitted. "I wanted to know what it's like."

"And?" I asked.

"It was wonderful!" she gushed happily, "The way you went all funny and grabbed my head, and you shook and moaned. Irene was right, it's a good feeling to make a man come." 

She lay alongside me and kissed me with the taste of my come still in her mouth. Surprisingly, I didn't mind it. I fondled and kissed her big breasts, I went down between her strong short thighs, spreading her ginger bush to get my tongue to her eager snatch.

I got out a condom; Olivia was a fertile woman, I wasn't going to chance knocking her up. She was wet and pliant between her legs, and we didn't waste mach time. Soon I was going at her with all I had, and she was coming.

It was slightly frightening; Olivia was age appropriate, she'd already said wanted to move in. She was a sweet sexy girl, but was I really ready to take on such a needy woman?

If she had any similar doubts, they didn't get in the way of her orgasms. She came again while I was distracted.

Afterwards, lying together, I told her the same thing I'd told Irene.

"I'm happy for you to stay, but you should know I'm not financially secure." I told her. "I could lose this place if business doesn't improve."

"I never worry about money." She said flippantly, "The universe will always take care of us if you let it."

I figured a girl like her didn't have to worry; but I still did.

Part 3; Denise

I woke up as a car pulled into my drive. I lifted my head and looked out the window. It was my own old Chevy.

"Shit." I said.

"What's wrong?" Olivia said drowsily.

"My wife just arrived." I said.

I went down to meet her.

Denise was very beautiful, and very black. She'd been adopted from Somalia as a child by a Christian minister who lived nearby, and I met her when I was doing some wiring for them. We hit it off straight away; I loved her razor sharp wit and she was totally sexy too. Race was never an issue between the two of us, but it seemed to be for everyone else.

She was one of those 'no sex before marriage' girls. I was totally smitten, I didn't mind waiting.

But after a couple of years we were just arguing all the time. That fact was that I rarely made her come, and she did nothing to help. Marriage without orgasms soon lost its luster. We looked great on the outside, but there was no heat between us.

She had an affair [I never told her parents about it]. I know what happened; good sex. She experienced really hot sex, with multiple orgasms and all that. She left me and moved to the city. Where people could be anonymous, hook up, experiment , have fun.

Sex and love, they chase each other around in confusion.

"I thought you were coming tomorrow." I said.

"I'm here now." She said. "Is it a problem?"

"No, it's fine. You want coffee?"

"Sure. I have the divorce papers for you to sign."

I saw Olivia slip out through the front door. She didn't want to make things awkward for me.

"I heard you have some people camping up by the pond." Denise said.

"Yeah, some hippies from San Francisco." I said, "An old guy with two girlfriends. Max, Irene, and Olivia."

"Two? How does he manage that? Shit, you can't even keep one!" she said flippantly. Her wit was very attractive when it wasn't pointed at me.

"I gather he's wealthy, well endowed, and never comes." I said.

Denise laughed; "That would do it!" she agreed.

We spent some time hashing through things. Denise was leaving me the car, since it cost too much to park it in the city, and anyway it was mine before we married. The house had no equity anyway.

Irene popped in.

"Hey, why don't you both come up to the bus for dinner? We're leaving in the morning, if the bus starts that is."

"Don't they have a phone?" Denise asked as Irene went back up the hill.

"Nope; they're all afraid of the radiation. And they're vegetarian by the way."

"Great, me too." She said.

"Really? Since when?"

"Almost a year. I feel much better from it."

"Well you are looking great." I said reluctantly. I wanted to fuck her again, but I knew that was never going to happen.

Irene had character, brains, an outlook on life that really fit with me. But she was too old, and in love with Max. Olivia was the sweetest woman in the world, but somehow just too naïve. I didn't think she was stupid; she just chose to view the world through her rose colored glasses because she liked it better that way.  Of course, the fact that she actually wanted to live with me made up for everything. Olivia might be an airy-fairy hippy girl, but we were good together. I could love her; any man could love her. I was only afraid that it wouldn't last, and I'd be heartbroken again. We had nothing in common except our love for the property and decent sex, both of which might or might not last.

I followed my wife's tight black ass up the hill. I wondered what she'd been doing with it during our separation; I didn't resent her much. She'd been crap in bed, and so was I. Other than that, I still loved her.

She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, and her long elegant black legs were bare. She'd been wearing open pumps when she got to the house, but she'd put on a pair of wellington rubber boots for the walk up to the pond. They looked funny under that hot skirt and sexy blouse.

I introduced her to Max. She shook his hand; he was only as tall as her nose.

"So you're Max cock, the big man who never comes." She laughed.

"Ah, and you're Denise, the black wife who left." He replied with a grin. "Can I get you some wine?"

"Definitely. I like your outfit."

"I like yours too." He said, running his eyes up and down her long slim figure.

A couple of hours later, we'd all eaten and had a bit too much of that wine. I was sitting in the middle of the bus talking to Irene about Olivia. She was trying to quell my doubts.

"You may not realize this, but I'm pretty stressed financially." I told her, "I can't offer her any kind of security. I can't afford children, not now at least. I don't know what she wants."

"Don't worry about money, things have a way of working out." Irene insisted. "Shit, look at that girl! Any guy would give one ball to be with her. Did she blow you?"

"Yes."

"Was it the best blow job you ever had?"

"Second best." I said.

Irene laughed; "You're a good man, you just need a good woman."

"Where did everyone else go?" I asked.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, then turned her head to look towards the back. There was just a curtain covering the doorway to the bedroom that filled the rear section. It was very quiet. Irene looked at me, her eyes wide.

We crept to the curtain and pulled it aside.

Olivia was kneeling on the bed naked, her big breasts filling half the available space. Max had his back to her and his bald head between them, and she was stroking his face and chest as she smiled down at Denise, who was on her elbows in front of Max, her small black mouth filled with his huge white penis. Her long curls swirled over his thighs as she did to him what she'd never done to me.

My wife saw me and pulled her mouth free, but kept her hands on the big prick. She looked at me without any apparent shame.

"Are you shocked?" she asked.

"Um... yes." I admitted.

"I've changed a lot." She said, then took another long suck before looking up again. "Max told me you slept with both of his wives." She said, "So don't try to make any trouble about this."

They weren't his wives, and what trouble could I make? Then I realized that I was twice as strong as any of them. Outwardly, I was the alpha male.

 But we all knew the truth; in was short old Max who commanded respect here. He with the money and the big cock, he was what they all wanted.

Irene squeezed past me into the bedroom space, and pulled off her light dress. "Sit and watch if you want." She told me as she got onto the big mattress with the others. She pulled my black wife over onto her back, and pulled her ankle out so Denise was spread wide for the Max cock.

I knew why Irene wanted me to see this; to cut the last dregs of attachment I had for Denise. She wanted me to be with Olivia, so she could have Max for herself again.

The little guy slid his big cock into my long black wife; she sighed in gratification at the sensation. Irene lay on one side of her, and Olivia sat upright on her other side as old Max fucked her hard. I saw Denise's hand grab Olivia's generous tit, and her other reached out to fondle Irene. Irene looked at me and raised an eyebrow; I shrugged. If my wife was bisexual, it was news to me.

Irene snuggled against Denise and held her head, sticking a tongue in her ear. Olivia followed Irene's lead, and did the same on the other side.

My cock was as stiff as iron as I watched my black wife get so royally fucked. She started to come; her long skinny black legs flailed around as she squealed in unashamed rapture.

I realized then just how bad we'd been together. I'd never made her come, not even half. I even knew it; she'd start to come and it was always too much for me. I'd come too soon and leave her frustrated.

Irene slipped out of the big bed and knelt in front of the chair I was sitting in; I knew she was being kind, and I appreciated that. I let her pull my cock out and go down on me. She was facing down as she did it, so I watched Max fuck Denise as Irene sucked my cock. I didn't last long; I came hard into her middle aged mouth.    

Irene got up and smiled in an odd way, her mouth held tightly shut. I realized that she hadn't swallowed.

She turned and crawled onto the bed, tugging at max to get him out of her way. He pulled his massive schlong out of Denis and shoved it into young Olivia, who was waiting for it patiently.

Irene dropped her face in Denis's open crotch. My wife grabbed my lover's head and lifted her hips in welcome. Irene had told me she wasn't bisexual, but she seemed to know what to do in there. Her head was bobbing around and Denise was obviously having a good time.

Max pulled out of Olivia; I don't know if she'd come, but Irene's rear sticking up in the air was clearly too tempting for him. She slid forward onto Denise, her head between my wife's small dark tits as bald old Max gleefully reamed her from behind.

Olivia got up, looking slightly shaky. She walked around the bed to me, her big breasts swaying with her steps. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet. She bent, pulled up my pants, and buttoned me up with an odd sad expression on her face.

"You'd better go." She said, pushing me through the curtain. "There's nothing you can do here, when Max is like this... I'll come down to the house in a little while."

But she didn't. I lay in my bed with my empty balls and empty heart, thinking about what had happened up there. Maybe I should have joined in; but somehow it wouldn't have worked. It was Max's show, it would have been up to him to ask me.

I finally fell asleep just before dawn.

I heard the bus engine start at around noon. In the quiet countryside, I could hear the big vehicle slowly work its way down the fire road back to the main road. It passed through several other properties before it got to the pavement; I heard the big engine speed up as the bus accelerated. But as it came back around to my pace, it slowed, turned, and came up my drive.

I came out as the door opened with a hiss of air. Olivia and Irene tumbled out, followed by their bags.

Max jumped down and shook my hand. "Congratulations!" he said, "I hope you're ready for this."

"Did you sign those papers?" Denise asked from inside the bus.

I brought them out and handed them to Max.

"Are you going to drive all the way back today?" I asked him.

"Hell no. I'm going to take a while." He grinned into the bus at Denise.

"What about your stuff?" I asked Denise, "the flat screen and the furniture?"

"Keep it!" she said. "I'm moving in with Max."

He climbed back up. Denise waved from the front passenger seat as he backed the bus back out to the road. As it roared off towards civilization, I looked at the two women standing in my driveway.

"Tell him." Olivia said.

"Denise and Max are in love, but she said she won't share him. Anyway, we both want to stay here. I don't want to live in the city anymore." Irene explained. "Ok, the truth is Max just dumped me. Thirty years putting up with his bullshit and he throws me out like trash!"

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, "I mean... look, you're both welcome here, but I'm on the edge of foreclosure. Unless business miraculously picks up, there's no way I can support us all. Not here anyway."

"Tell him." Irene said, "Go on!"

"What is it?"

"The thing is... well, I'm sort of rich." Olivia admitted, as though it was something to be ashamed of.

"Olivia has a trust fund the size of Texas." Irene explained.

"I think I need some lunch." I said.

"We all do." Irene said, "We had a rough night."

Epilouge;

I pretty much stopped eating meat, sold my gun, let my hair grow long, and I tend to wear baggy clothes. But I won't grow a beard or paint flowers on my service van! And I'm not going to reveal who I'm voting for next election. If anyone comes out in favor of plural marriage though, they get my support.

I got a call from Denise a few months after she'd left with Max. She told me he'd knocked her up.

"How could that happen?" I asked, "He never comes."

"Well he must have leaked a little." Denise said. "Anyway, we're getting married, I hope you'll all come to the wedding."

I went out to spend the day pulling weeds by hand from the expanded vegetable garden. 500 hours of labor and we'd get $250 worth of nice organic vegetables... but it would make the women happy.

Later as we were all lying in bed, I had a realization.

The small of my back was against Irene's furry groin, and she was massaging my sore shoulders with her hands while her tits pushed delightfully against my shoulder blades.

"Be careful!" she said to Olivia, who was sucking my cock.

"Don't worry, I'm just warming him up for you." Olivia said.

The arrangement was we all shared the foreplay, but then one would leave me alone with the other for the finale. It was Irene's night so it would be an infraction for me to come in Olivia's mouth.

 "That night, the last night in the bus." I said to Irene, "It was you! You knocked up Denise! Why did you do that?"

"What do you mean?" Olivia asked.

"Irene blew a mouthful of my sperm up Denise's middle, didn't you Irene?"

 "It was just an impulse." She said, "It was stupid."

 "What if Max tests the DNA and finds out the kid is mine?"

Irene shrugged; "Well she was still your wife at the time, right?"

"Wait, Denise is pregnant with YOUR baby?" Olivia demanded, letting go of my stiff penis and sitting up on her knees. Even angry, she looked cute with those big breasts of hers swaying around.

"Does that make you jealous?" Irene asked.

"Of course!" Olivia said.

"Why? Do you want a baby too?" Irene persisted, "Don't make the mistake I made and wait too long."

Olivia looked from Irene to me, then glanced down at my stiff pulsing cock.

"Do you want to make a baby with me?" she asked nervously.

"More than anything." I said without even thinking about it. She was young, healthy, sexy, and rich. I was pretty much in love with her; I meant what I'd said.

"Well we have to switch nights then." Irene said, "Olivia is ovulating."

I suddenly realized why Irene sometimes had me for a week at a time. Duh! We never used condoms. One week each month young fertile Olivia would be in heat.

She slid out next to us and rolled over onto her back, opening her legs in invitation. I took the hint and turned over onto my knees between her thighs.

Olivia smiled at me as my cock went in, smiled in that sweet irresistible way of hers. Then her eyes shifted to Irene, who was about to slip out of the room.

"Would you stay?" Olivia asked, "I want you to be part of this from the start."

"You mean stay here in the room right now, or stay here in the middle of nowhere and help with the result?"

My cock was inside Olivia now, waiting to get on with it.

"Both!" she declared. "We all can share the baby, I love you both."

"Me too." I said, looking over at Irene, who stood naked and lovely next to the door.

The older woman came and sat on the edge of the bed, and put a hand on my ass.

"Go on." She said, "This week we're going to be keeping you aroused all the time, and you'll be giving it all to Olivia until you knock her up."

I kissed Olivia and fucked her for a few seconds before she started to come. Irene grabbed my balls from behind; they both knew I couldn't hold it. My hippie girlfriends; they fill me, they drain me.

Ace 2015

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