Tattoo Mary and the Bearded Lady - A tale of three-way love and
life through the years (MFF, rom)

Beginnings

My house is a good half hour drive from town, so I usually
accumulate a long list of things I need before making a trip to
the store.  It was Memorial Day weekend when I pulled into a
crowded Wal-Mart parking lot and parked a good ways from the
entrance.  As I walked through the lot, a rusty mini pickup
pulled into an empty spot up ahead.  Two women got out.  The
driver was about my height, with short dirty, blond hair.  She
was wearing cut-off shorts and a halter top and had about a half
dozen small tattoos on her back and shoulders.  The passenger was
a shorter, slightly plump brunette with more moustache hair than
I have.  She was wearing a cut-off KISS tee shirt and a pair of
jeans about one size too tight, such that a rim of body fat
bulged out over the top of her belt.  She also had a tattoo on
the small of her back.  They momentarily glanced back at me and
then turned and walked into the store.  I watched as they
disappeared into the crowd and didn't give them another thought.

A few minutes later I was picking out a pair of work boots when I
glanced up and saw the two women walk by.  I didn't think
anything of it at the time.  Over in the hardware section I
picked up a package of sandpaper and again saw the two of them
walk by. Again, I didn't think anything of it, I simply noted
their presence.  I grabbed a box of golf balls in the sporting
goods section and when I rounded the end of the aisle I saw the
brunette standing on a treadmill with the blond standing next to
her.  She could probably use that, I thought, but didn't say
anything.  There was no reason to insult her in public.  I picked
up a package of printer paper in office supplies and went to wait
my turn in the check out line.  The two women were standing in
the line next to me.  Now they had my attention, as I suddenly
thought it weird that I kept seeing them throughout the store. 
They got through their line first and were slowly walking out as
I paid for my stuff and left as well.  Out in the parking lot, as
I approached them from behind, the blond was talking just loud
enough for me to hear.

"That's a good one.  I'd like to sit on his lap," she said. 
"Yeah, and nice legs too," the brunette replied.

I looked up ahead and saw a guy approaching us and thought they
were talking about him, at least until I saw his skinny, stick
legs.  Oh shit, I thought, they’re talking about me.  Great. 
Tattoo Mary and the bearded lady want to jump me.  That's great,
I thought sarcastically, but after another moment of thought, I
said to myself "Why not?"

"Okay," I said, "you can sit on my lap."

They turned to look at me.  "Why the fuck would I want to sit on
your lap?" the blond asked.

Uh oh.  Did I misunderstand?  I stammered for a moment, and then
recovered.

"I can think of a couple, three reasons."

"Such as?"

"Well, first, I'll go down on you for as long as you like, for as
many orgasms as you care to have."  They both smiled.  "Second,
if you have a strap on, you can fuck my ass, again for as many
orgasms as you like."

Their smiles got bigger.  "And the third reason?"

"I have a thick, 8 inch cock that I'm more than willing to share
with you.  My name's Matt."

They were noticeably giddy now.  "My name's Lisa," the plump one
said.  "And I'm Maryann," replied the blond.  That figures, I
thought, Tattoo 'Mary'.  "We're sisters.  We live just down the
street."  Given their different body shapes, I would never have
guessed they were sisters, but what did I know.

"Well, you're a lot closer than I am.  It would take us 30
minutes to get to my place.  Park over by the gas station and
I'll pull up behind you and follow you to your house."

A mile down the busy, 6 lane highway, we pulled into the driveway
of a small, but neat one story bungalow.  The inside was as neat
and clean as the outside, with simple, inexpensive furnishings. 
After leaving our shoes by the door, they led me back into the
only bedroom in the house, which contained a single, queen size
bed, a couple of night stands and a single dresser.  They
apparently slept together, as each pulled out a strap on and
dildos from their separate night stand.  Mary shed her clothes in
about 5 seconds, while Lisa took a bit longer.  As Lisa struggled
to peel off her jeans, Mary undid my pants while I pulled off my
shirt.

Once we were all naked, Mary pushed me back onto the bed, sat on
my face and began wiggling her clit into my mouth.  I could feel
Lisa sucking my cock head.  I was surprised by how quickly Mary
came.  It only took two or three minutes before she quivered and
squealed and soaked my mouth with juice.

The two of them swapped positions before I had a chance to say or
do anything and Lisa began to slide her clit back and forth
across my lips.  I couldn't see what Mary was doing, but as soon
as I felt my leg being lifted up and a slippery finger inserted
into my ass, I had a pretty good idea what was coming next.  A
skinny dildo began to slide back and forth and deeper and deeper
into my ass, while an equally slippery hand began to massage my
cock head.  My balls let loose first, squirting cum all over
Mary's hand as she continued her massage of my cock head.  The
dildo kept probing my ass until, apparently by accident, the head
slipped up into my colon.

"Oh my god!" Mary squealed, "It went all the way in!"

Lisa stopped and looked back.  "Holy shit!" she exclaimed and
then looked down at me and smiled.  Another minute or two of
grinding her clit against my mouth and she came as well, flooding
my mouth and nose with pussy juice.

Mary pulled the dildo out and we rested, more or less, for a few
minutes.  Lisa rolled over on her back and I crawled up and
started gently sucking on her nipples, while Mary mouthed my cock
head.  After a few minutes of this rest period, Lisa had had
enough.

"Fuck me," she said, as she got on all fours.  "Fuck me from
behind."  Who was I to argue?

I slipped my cock in her pussy and started slowly pumping.  One
of Mary's lube coated hands started massaging my balls while a
couple of fingers from the other were probing my ass.  My strokes
gradually grew harder and faster, forcing Lisa onto her stomach.


"Here he comes!" Mary squealed.  She apparently felt my ass
muscles harden and contract before I did, as I unloaded into
Lisa's pussy.

Now it was time to rest.  We lay on the bed for a while gently
stroking each other in no specific manner, just light caressing
and kissing.  Mary apparently had enough of the caressing and
kissing stuff after a while and soon began to massage my cock
head.  As soon I was fully erect, she said "My turn," and pushed
me onto my back and mounted my cock.  The woman was an orgasm
machine.  She came twice before I finally unloaded my small
amount of cum into her.  My prostate was just about empty now. 
Lisa enjoyed the entire scene.  She lay beside us the whole time,
occasionally tweaking her sister's nipples with her fingers or
nibbling on mine.

After wiping ourselves off with some damp washcloths, we sat in
the kitchen, naked, and just talked.  Mary made some sandwiches.
They said they worked as store clerks, Mary at a gas station,
Lisa at a grocery store.  The salaries aren't great, but they
said that between them they got by okay.  I described my job as a
consultant and manufacturing troubleshooter and how I was, in
fact, flying out tomorrow afternoon on a problem solving trip. 
"The money is good," I said, "but the hours are completely
unpredictable."

"Time for more fucking and sucking," I said after finishing my
sandwich and Coke.  "I'm essentially out of cum, but I promised
you I would suck your clits and let you ream my ass with your
strap ons for as long as you like.  I'm ready when you are."

Each of them had a wrist as they pulled me back to the bedroom. 
I simultaneously sucked clits and fingered g-spots and assholes
and got fucked by strap ons while lying on my stomach, lying on
my back, standing, squatting and on all fours.  The orgasms kept
coming and my gaping asshole got bigger as the dildos got larger.
 After about 3 hours, we finally collapsed onto the bed and fell
asleep.  A passing thunderstorm woke us around 3 am.  They went
to work on my cock and balls with their mouths, swapping back and
forth every few minutes.  I finally dumped a tiny load of cum
into Lisa's mouth, which she shared with Mary and then the two of
them shared with me.  We fell asleep again, arms and legs all
intertwined.

We woke around 8.  After a quick shower, during which I sucked
and rubbed each of their clits one last time, we had a small
breakfast and I said my goodbyes.

"I'd like to come by again, when I get back, if it's okay with
you."

"Are you kidding me?" said Mary.  "Of course you can come back. 
We haven't had this much fun in years."  "We definitely have to
do that again," replied Lisa with a grin.

"Okay then.  I'll see you when I get back," I said and kissed
them goodbye.

Unfortunately, my one week trip lasted for over three.  I had
forgotten to get their phone number before I left and as it was
unlisted, I couldn't contact them.  I got back on a Tuesday and
found their truck in the driveway when I pulled in.  Lisa met me
at the door when I knocked, wearing a robe.

"Matt's here!" she shouted.  "Matt!" Mary shouted from the
bedroom.

"I'm sorry," I said, "my trip obviously took longer than I
expected."  She didn't say anything, just dropped her robe to the
floor, she was naked underneath, and stuck her tongue in my
mouth.  I felt the lube when I reached down and squeezed her left
ass cheek.  In the bedroom, Mary was sitting on the bed, wearing
her strap on.

"We thought you weren't coming back," Mary said, with a hurt look
on her face.

"I'm sorry, I really am," I said, "I forgot to get your phone
number before I left."

"Well, it's good you're here now."

"Not so good, actually," I replied.  "I can only stay the night.
I have to fly out again tomorrow afternoon.  I'll make it up to
you, though.  We can go out for some dinner when I get back
Saturday and I can spend the rest of the weekend with you.  For
now, I'm all yours.  And since you're already wearing your strap
on, we can start with your ramming my ass while I suck Lisa's
clit."

This evening was much like our first.  I ran out of cum before
midnight.

When I got back the following Saturday, they were slow to answer
the door.  Mary finally opened it and let me in.  She had a large
bruise on her left cheek and temple and Lisa had one on the side
of her jaw.  They had tears in their eyes, as they tried to hide
their faces.  I put an arm around each of them.

"I assume you didn't run into the doorknob, but I'm not going to
ask what happened.  However, I know a way to make those go away."
 I made a quick phone call.  "Put on some jeans and a blouse. 
I'll take you to meet a friend of mine."

"We can't go out looking like this!" Lisa exclaimed.

"Trust me, please," I replied, 'My friend really can make those
go away.  Please?"

I drove them over to the mall.  The cosmetics beautician at
Dillard's was waiting for us.

"Hi, Christine," I said, "This is Mary and Lisa."

"Hi, Matt," she replied, giving me a hug.

I looked at the sisters.  "Christine does volunteer work at the
Women's Shelter.  She can make those bruises go away."

'Yes I can," she replied.  'You two come over here and sit and
I'll show you how to apply a concealer that will hide those till
they heal."

The transformation was nearly perfect.  Hugs and kisses and thank
yous were exchanged and I purchased what they would need for the
next few weeks to hide their bruises.

"Alright, now, next on the list.  I still owe you dinner, but I
think we need to upgrade your wardrobe first," I said.  "Pick out
a nice pair of slacks or jeans and a blouse to wear, and then
we'll get you some new shoes."  After trying on several
combinations, Mary and Lisa found what they liked.  I paid for
everything, had the sales clerk cut off the price tags and we
left the store with them wearing their new clothes.  We had a
quiet dinner at a steak house next to the mall.  They were
beaming the whole time.  Once back at the house, we sucked and
fucked until 3 in the morning and started up again before lunch.

Late Sunday evening, with the three of us lying naked in bed, I
had my arm around Mary when she began to quietly sob.

"Why are you so nice to us?" she asked.  "No one's ever been this
nice to us."

"No one?" I asked.  She shook her head.  "I just thought it was
the right thing to do," I replied.  "No one deserves to be beaten
or abused.  No one.  I just seemed like the right thing to do."

She buried her face on my chest and cried harder, while Lisa
wrapped her arm around both of us and held tight, also quietly
sobbing.  "No one's ever been this nice to us," Lisa repeated.

After a few minutes, the crying subsided and I quipped "You're
gonna smear your make up."  I got a slap to the chest for that,
followed by a combination of simultaneous laughs and sobs.

"Stay with us," Lisa said.

"I'm sorry, I can't," I replied.  "I told you my job was
unpredictable.  I have to fly out again on Tuesday, but I'll be
back Friday afternoon.  Tell you what.  Why don't you come to my
place on Friday and we'll spend the whole weekend together.  It's
really quiet there, it'll be just the three of us."

"I'd like that," said Mary, wiping her tears away.  "Me too,"
whispered Lisa, hugging me again.

Family

Their truck was sitting in my driveway when I got home late
Friday afternoon.  Walking around to the back, I found them
sitting on the patio.  Mary had on a subtle, flower print cotton
dress and Lisa was wearing a simple skirt and cotton blouse.

"Matt!" Lisa said, "This place is incredible."

"I thought you'd like it," I replied.  "We're sitting in the
middle of about 10 acres.  I had some of the trees cut away on
the slope so I could see down to the creek below.  The main
highway is a good 10 miles away, so it's really quiet here,
especially at night."

They both looked over at the patio bed and pointed.  "Yep, that's
where we're sleeping tonight," I said.  "But you're the ones who
look incredible.  Dresses and skirts?  And do I detect a trace of
make up?"

"Yes," Mary replied.  "Christine's been teaching us.  She has an
evening make up class at the store.  She told us you were her
greatest regret, that she didn't try hard enough to hang on to
you.  She saw this place and she didn't want to keep you?"

"It's true, we dated awhile a few years ago," I explained.  "It
wasn't really any fault of hers that we never got together,
mostly bad timing on my part.  But, no, she never came here. 
I've never invited anyone here before."  The two of them stared
at each other for a moment.  "I was going to make us some dinner,
but it seems a waste for you to get all dressed up just for me. 
I think I'd like to show you off to the neighbors.  There's a
small diner a couple of miles up the road.  Let's eat there."

Our waitress, Carol, was an obviously pregnant young woman.  Her
father came in while we were eating and she introduced him to us.
 He was the minister at the Bible church just down the street
from the diner, Reverend Jacob.  In private, we referred to him
as Pastor Jake.

Back at the house, we spent the night, as well as the next two
nights, in the patio bed, under mosquito netting.  I was
essentially emptied of cum after the first night and spent most
of the next two giving them one orgasm after another and again
finished the weekend with a very well worn and sore asshole and
chapped lips.  This became the pattern for the next few weekends
- eating at the diner and getting to know Carol and her husband
Tom and Pastor Jake, followed by all night sessions of sucking
cock, tits and clits and pounding asses and pussies till they
were sore, then recovering during the week and repeating the
whole cycle again the next weekend.

Lying in bed one early Friday evening, we were recovering from
our first fuck of the weekend, a double ass sandwiches.  I had
just pumped Mary's ass full of cum while Lisa had been stoking my
ass and colon with one of her skinny, extra long strap on dildos.
 We were in quiet caressing and kissing mode when Lisa whispered
"We want to have your baby."

The comment caught me completely off guard and I didn't answer at
first.  There were obviously several implications to that and I
was quietly mulling some of them over in my head for a few
moments.  When I didn't respond right away, Mary said "See, I
told you we shouldn't have asked him that."

"Which one?" I finally asked.

"What do you mean, which one?"

"There are two of you.  Which one wants to get pregnant?"

"Now you’re making fun of us!" Mary said loudly.

I replied quietly, "No, I'm not making fun.  The house is big
probably enough for as many as six kids.  The school system isn't
that great out here, so we may have to move closer to town later.
 And I can only marry one of you, if only one wants to get
pregnant.  But, if you want to skip that technicality and both of
you want to share the experience of motherhood, we could do that
as well, assuming both of you want babies."

"We both want babies," Mary replied.

"No marriage?'

"No, that's not important," Lisa answered.  "Our parents weren't
married.  That doesn't matter."

"Okay then," I replied.  "This is obviously going to make for a
very unique family arrangement, but I accept your offer."

They were ecstatic.  The sex changed after that.  The strap ons
went into a drawer and anal sex disappeared from our routine, as
did oral, at least for a while.  The sex was almost entirely
vaginal now.  We worked in pairs each night.  There was lots of
caressing and kissing before, during and after each session.  I
would slowly and gently stroke the pussy of one sister with my
cock, while the other sister caressed and kissed her sibling.  In
order to maximize the chances of pregnancy, the idea was to bring
the one receiving all of the attention to orgasm just after I had
deposited a load of cum.  The next night, the sisters switched
places and we repeated the process.  Both were pregnant within a
couple of weeks, but we stuck to this pattern of sex afterward.

They sold their house in town and moved into mine.  Room painting
and remodeling began in earnest.  We continued our weekly visits
to the diner and as the sister's bellies grew, Pastor Jake took
notice, but didn't pry.  The pediatrician agreed to induce the
second delivery whenever the first decided to come.

Oral sex made a return as the projected delivery date approached.
 Lying in bed one night, I watched the two of them work my cock
and balls and I started to laugh and couldn't stop.

"What's so funny?" Mary asked.

"You should see yourselves," I blurted out between laughs.  "Two
naked, melon bellied women lying side by side sucking cock!" 
They looked down at each other and back at me and also started
laughing.  It only took a moment for it to become so hysterical
that our eyes began to water and the tears flowed.

Mary flinched.  "I think Mark wants me to stop," she said, still
giggling.  "He just kicked me."

Lisa flinched as well, and held her belly.  "That wasn't a kick
from Michelle," she said, "I think that was a contraction."

Michelle was born 6 hours later.  Mark followed about a half hour
after that.  Four years later, there were a total of eight kids.
After Michelle and Mark came Robert and Rosanne, then Sally and
twins Helen and Rachel and finally Madison.  Eight was enough;
Mary and Lisa had their tubes tied.  A sharp eyed visitor could
figure out which kid came from which mother, just based on body
shape, but we never mentioned that within the family.  As far as
the kids were concerned, they had two Mamas and were loved and
disciplined accordingly.

We were well enough set financially that I was able to cut back
on my consulting business and the three of us devoted ourselves
full time to raising the kids.  And a full time job it was, such
that we were essentially exhausted at the end of each day.  Sex
at that point became a rotating series of two sucking and fucking
the third, thus giving the third a chance to rest while the other
two did all the work.  Triangle sucks were also a common and
relaxing alternative, about once a week on average.  Our all day,
three way orgy marathons became a distant memory.  Prior to this,
the three of us would always sleep naked.  When a little one
would occasionally appear in bed with us, we started wearing
pajamas.

Life Happens

As the kids started school, an endless series of after school
activities filled our evenings and weekends.  Dance classes,
T-ball and soccer, then swim lessons, cheerleading, football,
baseball and softball.  We could almost field an entire team by
ourselves.

Early on, a large circular table took up a prominent corner of
the family room, overlooking the patio.  It served as a homework
study table, before and after dinner, on weekdays and a weekend
activity table.  I was sitting at the table one evening, watching
Mary and Lisa help the kids with their homework, when I was
suddenly overcome with a sense of shame and got up and went to
the master bedroom.

"Why is Daddy crying?" Maddy asked as I left.

Lisa and Mary looked up and then followed me into the bedroom,
closed the door and waited.

"I was watching you, both of you," I whispered as the tears
trickled down my cheeks, "and it occurred to me how good you are
with the kids.  How devoted you are to them.  And I felt so
ashamed.  Ashamed that I at once doubted that you could be like
that, be such good mothers.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry I ever doubted
you."

Hugs and kisses were exchanged.  "You're the reason we're so good
with the kids," whispered Mary, "It's all your fault.  We
wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

The table was very quiet when we returned.

"More hugging and crying," said Mark, shaking his head in mock
disgust.

"Hugging and crying?" asked Maddy.

"Yes, baby," I replied as I sat down next to her.  "It's good to
have someone you can hug when you need to cry.  It's good to have
someone who loves you like that.  And it's all your fault.?  She
looked at me as if she were about to burst out in tears.  "No,
no, no.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean it like that.  I meant that in
a good way.  We love you very much and your mamas and I love each
other very much.  That's how you came to be.  It's because we
love you that it's all your fault."  I stroked her hair and
hugged her.  'All your fault' had just become the family motto. 
After the kids were asleep, the Mamas and I fucked and sucked
each other until 3 in the morning.

As the kids got older, it was not uncommon to find extra
teenagers around the study and activity table after school and on
the weekends.  I counted 14 one Saturday afternoon; only six were
mine.  To keep them from emptying the pantry every day the
visitors were required to bring their own snacks or contribute a
dollar or two to the kitty jar next to the pantry door.  Pastor
Jake stopped by on occasion.  I wasn't sure if he felt a need to
save us from our unmarried, sinful ways or just came by to drop
off or pick up his granddaughters and exchange some polite
conversation.  Some of his parishioners were not so accommodating
about having their kids visit our home, but he didn't seem to
mind and was always polite.  Our kids were well aware of our
lifestyle differences from their more conventional friends and
never hesitated to defend our family whenever someone made a
disparaging remark.

The kid's activities continued to diverge as they added student
council, honor society and yearbook editing to their interests. 
Mary, Lisa and I were not immune to school related activities
either.  We were attending PTA meetings, working with sports
booster clubs, organizing fund raisers, chaperoning field trips
and dances and doing taxi service duty.  Our 15 passenger van
came in handy.  It was still exhausting, so the triangle sucks
and two on one action continued in bed at night.

The twins initially concerned us as we would occasionally find
them sleeping together in the mornings, but the Mamas and I were
relieved when they started bringing boys to the house, or at
least the Mamas were relieved.  The twins especially enjoyed
being members of the school orchestra band and marching band. 
Helen played clarinet, Rachel played the flute.  They were good
at it, too, and would often play duets on the back patio.  The
summer between their freshman and sophomore years they attended
an out of state, week long band competition.  The chaperoning was
apparently a bit lacking.

When they got home, I was working in the backyard, as Mary
started screaming.  I couldn't hear all of the conversation, but
I did catch the words "slut" and "whore" in the tirade before the
master bedroom door slammed.  All of the kids were in the family
room when I came in.  Helen and Rachel were crying their eyes
out.  They each had a rose tattoo, Helen's on her right shoulder,
Rachel's on her left.

"What did we do, Daddy?" Rachel blurted out between sobs.  "It's
just a small tattoo.  Mama Mary has lots of tattoos, so does Mama
Lisa.  Why did Mama scream at us?  Why did she call us sluts? 
We're not sluts or whores!  It's just a tiny tattoo!  Mama Mary
has one just like it!"

I let them calm down a bit before responding.  "I like your
mother's tattoos, and I like these, too," I said quietly, with an
arm around each of them, "but you shouldn't have done that.  I
don't know why Mama Mary screamed at you.  Mama Lisa could
probably explain if she was here, but I can't.  It's probably
something that happened to them when they were younger, before I
met them.  You're not sluts, or whores and right now Mama Mary is
feeling sorry and wishing she hadn't called you that.  But you
still shouldn't have done that.  Wait a little while, then go in
and tell her you're sorry, if she doesn't come out first and tell
you she's sorry."

Thirty minutes later, when I peeked into the bedroom, Mary had
her blouse off and the three of them were standing in front of
the mirror, comparing their tattoos and hugging each other. 
Hugging and crying, I thought, shaking my head.

In bed that night, Mary and Lisa explained, each filling in
pieces of the story as they told it.

"We were biker sluts.  We never finished high school, we just
wanted to get away from Mama.  The guys passed us around like
dolls, expecting us to fuck or suck them whenever they wanted. 
If we didn't, we'd get slapped or beaten.  They treated the
whores they brought to the club house better than they treated
us."

"We didn't know our dad, or dads, Mama probably didn't either. 
She was always drunk or stoned.  We weren't her daughters, we
were the little sluts responsible for her sorry, pathetic life. 
We never got a word of praise from her."

"Some new guys joined the club after a few months.  They liked to
hurt people and they were always drunk and smelled so bad you
wanted to puke when the got on top of you.  If we didn't let them
fuck us when they wanted, they would hit us, with their fists."

"When Mama got drunk and overdosed we left and moved back to the
house, the house by Wal-Mart. That day you found us with the
bruises on our face?  A couple of guys from the club pulled into
the gas station the night before when I was working.  I was
afraid not to let them come to the house when the asked if they
could.  I sucked one of them because I was afraid he would beat
me, but when the other tried to pull my pants off, Lisa tried to
stop him.  They hit us both.  I thought they were going to beat
the shit out of us, but they just spit on us and left."

"I'm sorry, Matt.  We should have told you.  We're sorry we
didn't tell you."

They were both crying now, loudly.  The kids could probably hear.
 I held them both.  "I never asked you about your past.  I didn't
think it was important when we first met and I don't think it is
now.  That's not who you are.  You're the mothers of my children,
our children and you're really, really good at it.  That's who
you are now, that's who you've always been."  They cried
themselves to sleep in my arms.

I woke up a couple of hours later with someone sucking my cock
head.  It was Mary.  Lisa was watching.  "You already had an
erection," she said, "We didn't want to waste it."

"Come up here," I whispered, "All the way up."  Lisa planted her
clit on my mouth and began rocking back and forth, while Mary
continued to work my cock.  As soon as Lisa came, they switched
positions.  A finger went into my asshole and my balls erupted a
couple of minutes later.  Right after that, Mary tensed and
flooded my face with pussy juice.

We woke the next morning to the sound of hushed voices and dishes
clanging in the kitchen.  All the kids looked over at us when we
walked in.  Michelle was cooking breakfast for her brothers and
sisters.

"We heard you crying last night," said Sally, with a forlorn look
on her face.

"I know, baby," replied Lisa, "but it's okay now.  We're okay." 
Each of the girls gave their Mamas a hug and we all sat down at
the table.

"More hugging and crying," said Robert, shaking his head.  Bits
of fruit and toast went flying in his direction.  He looked over
at me for moral support.

"Don't look at me.  You deserved that.  Besides, it's all your
fault."

He lobbed a grape in my direction.

Rachel and Helen got an extra hug and kiss from Mary and Lisa
when they left for band practice.  Two months later, Rachel was
gone.

The video from the school bus camera showed Rachel sitting two
rows back from the bus driver, by the window, her sister beside
her.  The band was on their way to a football game with their
school's main conference rival.  The camera images showed
Rachel's head in the wrong place, at the wrong time and at the
wrong angle when the cement truck ran the red light and slammed
into the side of the bus next to Rachel.  Rachel, and her friend
Amy, who was sitting directly behind Rachel, were dead at the
scene.  Helen, her body shielded from the impact by her sister's,
was merely knocked unconscious.  Bruises and broken bones were
the only other injuries sustained by various band members.

Pastor Jake conducted the service in the school gym four days
later for Rachel and Amy.  There wasn't an empty seat or dry eye
in the place and many students and parents were forced to stand.
Near the end of the final ceremonies at the cemetery, Pastor
Bill, the newly hired youth minister for the Bible church, made
some comment to Michelle and Sally about God's will and
punishment for sin.  I was too far away to hear the entire
conversation, nor could I clearly hear Michelle's response, but I
was able to see her turn bright red with anger.  She didn't
shout, but I did catch words like "stupid," "moron," and "our
families love," as Pastor Bill turned beet red with
embarrassment.  He turned and walked away, probably wishing he
could find a place to hide.

Pastor Jake stopped by the house the next day.  He tried to
explain how Pastor Bill was fresh out of seminary and didn't have
a lot experience dealing with all of the different people and
personalities that he would encounter as his ministry matures.

"That explains it, Jacob," I replied, "but it doesn't excuse it."

"No, your right and I'm sorry.  You have every right to be
angry."

"You're goddamn right I'm angry.  He had no right to say what -
."  Pastor Jake flinched and frowned.  "I'm sorry," I continued,
"That was an unnecessary choice of words on my part.  But, you're
right, I am angry.  The whole family is angry."

"I know.  You have every right to be.  I'll talk to Bill about it
later."

As we expected, Helen took the loss of her sister hard.  What was
unexpected, and what made me extremely proud, was the way Robert
and Sally filled the void in Helen's life.  They took it upon
themselves to spend every spare moment with Helen, giving her an
outlet for someone to confide in and hug when there was crying to
be done.  What the entire family found disappointing, but
understandable, was Helen’s lack of desire to resume playing the
clarinet.  She dropped out of the band.  The duets on the back
patio were sorely missed.

Lisa took it hard as well.  Rachel was her daughter, after all. 
Mary and I switched into gentle hugging and caressing mode for
Lisa at night in bed and tight hugging mode when she felt the
need to cry.

Gradually, a sense of normalcy returned to the house.  Dollar
bills started to accumulate in the kitty jar again.  There were
games to attend and school meetings to go to.  The support we
received from the other parents and kids was overwhelming.  The
kids began to leave the house to start their own lives and
families.  Marriages were performed on the back patio, Mark first
then Michelle.  Rosanne wrote an essay for a contest about the
love of family and won a partial scholarship to the local
college.  Pastor Jake asked for and received her permission to
publish it as a supplement in one of his Sunday morning
bulletins.  Michelle blessed us with our first grandchild, a
girl, Rachel Ann.  With a name like that, she immediately became
the spoiled center of attention of the entire family.

As the number of residents of the house decreased, there were
fewer demands on our time.  Mary, Lisa and I returned to three
way sex mode and we were sleeping naked again. Full bore anal sex
wasn't part of our routine, but fingers and a small anal probe
were routinely introduced into assholes while sucking and fucking
was occurring.  The loss of Rachel still affected us, so we
maintained our hugging, caressing and kissing regimen before,
during and after our evening sessions in order to maintain a
sense of intimacy in our relationship.  Despite the excitement of
being able to somewhat return to the raw sex we enjoyed when we
first met, Lisa always seemed to be a little more tired than Mary
and I before and during our evenings in bed.  Mary and I thought
this was a lingering after effect from the loss of Rachel, but we
were wrong.

Pastor Jake stopped by one morning when I was raking leaves in
the front yard.

"Matt, how is Lisa doing?" he asked.

"The doctors can't do anything more," I replied.  "The cancer is
too advanced.  Hospice set up a bed by the patio windows.  The
hospice nurse stops in twice a day.  Lisa's as comfortable as she
can be.  She can look out and watch the leaves change colors. 
The girls are here everyday to keep her company."

"I'm sorry, I know how close knit your family is.  But, how are
you doing?"

"I'm alright.  I have plenty to do, most times."

"That's not what Maddy tells me.  I saw her at the grocery store
last week.  She says you never leave the house, never take a
break.  All your women are worried about you.  Why don't you come
play a round of golf with us Saturday?  Take a break for a few
hours, get away for a bit."

"I should clear that with Mary."

"Maddy's already done that."

"That figures, typical female household conspiracy," I said with
a weak grin.  "Okay.  What time?"

"7:30 tee time, I'll pick you up at 6:45."

"Thanks Jacob," I replied softly.

Ten days later, Mary, Lisa and I and all of the girls were
looking out the back windows, watching Rachel Ann and grandson
Michael play in a pile of leaves in the back yard.  Lisa's
monitor alarms went off.  The hospice nurse turned off the
alarms, checked Lisa's vitals, turned off the monitors and
removed her IV's, then quietly left the room.  I lost it.  The
only things holding me up were the six pairs of arms wrapped
around my neck, shoulders and waist.

Pastor Jake conducted the service for Lisa at the cemetery.  We
were initially set up in the chapel, but moved to the adjacent
open amphitheater because of number of people that showed up. 
Just before the service was scheduled to start, Helen spotted
Pastor Bill in the back of the crowd.  She was seething.

"What's he doing here?" she scowled, as she started to walk
towards him.

I grabbed her arm.  "Helen, no, don't.  He's not here to cause
trouble.  Please, don't.  We're here to say goodbye to your
mother, Helen.  We're here to say goodbye to your mother."  Mary
was standing next to me, listening.  She took Helen in her arms
as Helen nodded her head and started to cry.  Robert and Sally
came over and gather up Helen and took her to her seat.

Then Michelle spotted Pastor Bill.  Mary and I both grabbed her
before she could rush off to confront him.

"What's he doing here?  Who told him he could come?"

"I did," I replied.

"What!?"

"I told him he could come.  He asked me if he could attend when I
went and asked Pastor Jake if he would conduct the service.  He
asked politely and said he wouldn't say anything so I told him he
could come."

"I don't care, I don't want him here."

"Michelle, please," Mary quietly implored.  "This is not the
time.  We're here to say goodbye to your mother.  We're here to
say goodbye to your mother."

Michelle nodded her head slowly.  "I know, I know she was my
mother," she whispered.  As her chin began to quiver, she
collapsed into Mary's arms.  I motioned for Pastor Bill to take a
seat and told the usher we might need some more Kleenex.

"One of the other ushers already went to get some," he replied.

An Honest Woman

Five months later, on a warm spring afternoon, Mary and I were
married on the back patio.  Initially Mary wanted to keep it a
private affair, just family.  Wedding planners Sally and Rosanne
had other ideas.  While the women were off getting their hair
done, Pastor Bill and a crew from the church set up 150 chairs on
the back lawn; that wasn't enough.  By the time the service
started, at least a couple dozen more guests were standing in the
back and on the sides.

Pastor Jake officiated.  Mark gave away the bride, Robert was
best man, the girls were the maids of honor and Rachel Ann tossed
flower petals where she was supposed to and just about everywhere
else as well.  When Pastor Jake finally presented the husband and
wife, the roar of applause was almost as loud as a high school
football game.  We spent the next three hours greeting and
thanking everyone for coming and receiving sincere
congratulations from all.

When the guests began to eventually thin out, Mary and I were off
to the side of the yard, momentarily alone to ourselves.  Pastor
Bill was talking to Michelle and Helen.  When their conversation
ended, the two of them walked over to us.

"He apologized for what he said at Rachel's funeral," Helen said.
 "He now understands and wishes some of his parishioners had as
loving a family as we do."

"Did you tell him yet?" Michelle asked Mary.  Mary shook her head
no and Michelle and Helen went to join their other sisters a few
yards away.

"Well?  Tell me what?" I asked.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass tonight and you're gonna fuck mine."

"What??"

'You heard me."

"I don't understand.  I thought you threw away the strap on."

"I did.  The girls bought me a new one as a wedding gift.  They
each bought one for themselves as well and from what they tell
me, they're putting them to good use."

My jaw dropped.  I stared over at the girls.  They were stealing
glances at us, giggling.  When I had the attention of all of
them, I scowled at them, wagged a finger then burst out laughing.
 They returned the gesture.

"Wait a minute," I said, "We haven't done full anal in quite
awhile."

"Relax, big boy.  The strap on came with three different sized
dildos.  We'll start you off with the baby one.  I've already
worked myself up to the big one, so your cock won't hurt me."

"I love you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her. "How did
I get so lucky as to marry you?"

"I'm the lucky one," she whispered.  "The life you've given me,
given us, me and Lisa and the kids.  I'm the lucky one."  She was
starting to cry and held me tighter.

"Hugging and crying," one of the girls said.

"All your fault," I retorted, smiling.

"Come on, you're gonna smear your make up.  Let's go say goodbye
to the rest of our guests.  I think Pastor Bill wants to tell us
something."  She held on to my arm, tightly, as we walked over to
the backyard gate.  "I wonder what Bill would think about a strap
on?"

"Don't go there," she said.  "His kids go to the same preschool
as your grandkids."  I laughed so hard I almost fell down.

A half hour after the last guest left and Maddy, the only kid
still living at home, went to spend the night at her sister's
house, I was massaging the new brides clit with my tongue and
lips while rubbing her g-spot with my middle finger.  We spent
the night in the patio bed, eventually falling asleep covered in
a slimy mix of sweat, spit, lube, cum and pussy juice.

Mary and I were packing the car the next morning to head off to
the airport and start our honeymoon.  We were only waiting for
Robert to show up so we could say goodbye to everyone before
leaving.  The rest of the kids, along with Susan, Mark's wife,
and Jerry, Maddy's significant other, were standing on the front
porch.

"Maddy is seeing a lot of Jerry lately," I commented.

"Yeah, she says he has a bigger cock than you do."

"What??"

"She saw Lisa and me sucking you once after you got out of the
shower."

"Sheesh, is nothing private in this house?"

"I caught a glimpse of her when she stepped into the bathroom
doorway, just before she darted back out when she saw Lisa and me
on our knees.  We found her brooding in her room afterward.  We
explained how we always tried to satisfy each other sexually, and
it wasn't just about our own orgasms, but about making sure you
came as well.  Then we told her about the strap ons and how you
always made sure we climaxed also."

"That’s weird," I replied.

"What's weird about it?"

"No, not Maddy.  Mark.  He and I had a similar conversation a
year or so ago when he was seeing all those other girls, and
probably screwing 'em too.  He asked me how he should decide
which one to marry.  I told him his cock didn't care which one he
married, it would be happy fucking any of them.  But if he wanted
the relationship to last, he should choose the girl he most liked
to give orgasms to.  Not just because she wanted them, but
because he enjoyed helping her have them.  That's when she chose
Susan."

"The same reason Maddy spends so much time with Jerry.  She says
he always makes sure she cums when they have sex," she replied.

"Bigger than me, huh?  I would have thought the sight of mine
would have given her nightmares for a month."  I grinned, she
laughed.  "Any other family secrets I should know about?"

"Probably.  I'll be honest with you and tell you about them, if
they happen to come up in conversation."

She wrapped her arms around me and leaned her head against my
shoulder as we watched the kids.  "They turned out pretty good,
didn’t they?" she whispered.

"Yes, yes they did.  Thanks to you and Lisa."

"And you,' she replied.

We continued to watch.  Maddy was saying something, gesturing to
the group.  Mark's jaw suddenly dropped as his neck turned beet
red, while Susan grinned and her eyes got as big as saucers. 
Everyone was stealing glances in our direction.

"Uh oh," I said, "I think Maddy just told Mark and Susan about
the strap on."  Mary and I began laughing so hard we almost fell
over.  I wagged a finger at Maddy and got a half dozen wagging
fingers in return.  Robert finally showed up and we exchanged
hugs and kisses with everyone before heading to the airport.

"Who do you think will buy the strap on, Mark or Susan?" I asked.

"Mark."

"Macho Mark?  I don't know.  I bet you Susan will have to buy
it."

"What do you want to bet?"

"How 'bout a long, slow suck?"

"Deal."

"Deal.  Wait a minute.  Just so I know the rules, the winner gets
the suck or the winner gets to suck?"

"Let's be selfish.  The winner gets the suck."

"Deal."

Maddy made our trip reservations.  Ten days in a honeymoon suite
at a resort in the Colorado Rockies.  We came out of our room for
the first time after about 36 hours.  The sheets needed changing.
 Maddy must have added something to the on-line comment section
when she made our room reservations.  We soon became the center
of attention of the nearly the entire resort staff.  The standing
joke amongst them was we had finally gotten married after a 25
year engagement.  We didn't make any effort to correct that
illusion.  During dinner on our last day, we got a text from
Maddy about Susan's strap on.  We started our evening back in our
room with a long, slow 69 suck and finished with my getting a
nice big gaping asshole after the biggest dildo stroked my ass,
twice.



  
TattooMary