VICKIE THREE MF, MFF, MMF, MMFF, FF, mf implied, incest implied, light bondage

Victoria Jean was my sister Beckie's, best friend from 6th grade through high school and college, and I never met her. Amazing! Actually, I probably did, but who pays attention to girl cooties. Vickie Jean. Kurt wrote a song about her, he combined music from the Beach Boys and Buddy Holly to come up with:

Vicky Jean.
She's real mean,
Dumbest dumb blond I ever seen.
Oh Vickie, my Vickie Jean.
I hate that girl,
she's my cross eyed Vickie Jean.

Went to a dance,
looking for romance,
Saw a Vickie Jean,
Almost pissed my pants.

Oh Vickie, my Vickie Jean.
I hate that girl,
she's my broken nosed Vickie Jean.
I hate that girl
She's my cross eyed, broken nose, snaggle tooth, pidgeon toed, Vickie Jean.

Don't ya just love big brothers? I know where he's coming from, though. I, too, am cursed with a plethora of sisters. I would have traded the three of mine for one brother...gladly! At least Kurt is oldest. I am lower than middle. I will say this: sisters keep a guy humble! I learned quickly about sarcasm and evil innuendo. Oh yeah, sisters can take the starch right out of a guy. Stand in front of a mirror, admiring the James Dean look you worked so hard to perfect, and you hear a sweet melodious voice in your ear, "You have a pimple." Deflated, destroyed, shot down and egoless! Adversity, thy name is sister!!

I have triumphed over adversity. By the time I graduated from high school, I was the "go to guy" for hymen removal and sexual satisfaction. I ate pussy! My sisters whispered evil things about me to all their frustrated girlfriends and it worked! It didn't matter that I was less than adequately hung, my 5 inch long and 1 and a half inch diameter dick didn't terrify like the 10 and 12 inch monster German and Russian cocks that grew in our neighborhood. It was "fitting". True, it did get bigger as you got closer to the groin. Tapered, I called it. I was the road less traveled by, I ate pussy and that made all the difference.

About Vickie. We all know "the Blond," the beautiful, curvacious, vivacious blond, With the big bouncy tits, the perfect lips, and the blue eyes to die for. Yeah, you know her ... the twinkle in her eye is the sun shining through the back of her head. Yup, that blond. That is NOT Vick. The Vickster, the beautious Miss V, was super smart and jumped three grades between Kindergarten and Seventh. She was three years younger than the next youngest student by the time she got to Junior high. Beckie took her under her wing, so to speak. Probably because Beck was soooooooooooo short. "How short was she?" She could walk under the kitchen table and not hit her head when she was in the sixth grade. She lied about her height to get a Drivers License.

Vickie graduated from high school at the ripe old age of 15. She and Beck went to State together, dormed together, rented an apartment together, double dated, and graduated together...in three years. Vickie was never out of my sisters sight her entire college career. "Youth and Beauty like that MUST be protected," she growled. Vickie is just eighteen, coming into the first blush of beauty and the grace of young womanhood. Men automatically stand up when they see her. Every straight man, and I do mean EVERY, has to adjust his trousersnake when Vickie walks into the room. She is innocent Spring personified ... and she is going to learn to deep throat on my dick!!

AYUP!! As soon as she recovers from my patented tongue she is going down...all the way down. I am truly blessed ... And ... AND ... wait for it ... TA DA! It's MY darling wife who is going to show, guide and direct her efforts ... Whoa!! Who could ask for anything more?

Well...I'd like to fuck her, too. Sheesh...ain't you ever satisfied?

"Hey Cheese, bring us the bathroom wastepaper bin," said Jo. "She's trying to get past the gag reflex"

"Eww, don't make me watch that," I complained. "Gross!" I have a weak stomach.

Vickie has a wrinkled brow from the effort, "it's this polish sausage. It's too cold! It's too big. Cheese. Lie down!!"

"Remember, swallow when he hits the gag reflex." Jo said. "Yes, just like that. Try again. This time, run your tongue under the head and lick the big vein"

Jo looks at me. I nod, "Yes, Vick. It's like a fudgecicle that's starting to melt. Suck hard on the way out and lick on the way in...Eurk! JUST LIKE THAT."

"Vickie...hum,"suggested Jo.

"Oh Gawd!"

"Vickie, do you want him to cum in your mouth?"

Yes oh yes oh please, I'm thinking. BUT ... NOT ... YET

Vickie pulls off and licks her lips, "That depends, what have you been feeding him?" she asked.

"Pineapple,"said Jo. "Why?"

Vickie licks the tip of my quivering cock. "This is so ...sweet, but salty at the same time."

Another lick.

"I really like it. It's much better than Kurts. How about I take it all the way down and let him cum in my throat and pull out slow so I can get a little taste."

Ogod ...I've died and gone to heaven!!

Jo suggests, "take your time. You need the practice. Rest. Oh...that was cute. Did you see him shudder when I suggested you rest?"

Vickie is running her fingernail lightly up and down the vein. She bends down and licks the top gently.

"I have an idea I'm sure you'll like," said Jo. "Reach under the mattress at the bedposts..."

"Oh Jo, you are so wicked," laughed Vickie. "Fur lined handcuffs."

"Yes."Jo said, "they're actually for me, I like the helpless feeling I get when I'm restrained and he's never hurt me... well, except when he slammed my hand in the car door, but that was on our first date."

"Cheese, may I cuff you?" asks Vick.

I just nod. Click....Click.

"Now for the good part," said Jo. "I got this from the Hospital. It's a waist restraint, he won't be able to move his hips."

"Oh, that's mean," I moaned. "You've been talking to Riika."

Vick asked, "Jo, can I try that polish again...now I know how? Nope..it's just too big. Ok, lets do the Cheese again."

YES!! Vickie practiced for twenty five minutes, resting and drinking water when she could tell I was ready to blow. When she finally let me, I thought my balls were going to suck right through my cock. I was well past ready by then.

"Can we do it again?" asked Vick, the teenage blowjob queen.

Jo thought about it and said, "why don't you see if you can do Kurt?"

"Ok."

Ten minutes later she was back.

"Nope, he's just too big," she complained. "It's the Cheese or nobody."

"Ok," Jo explained, "You can practice on the Cheese, but ONLY if I'm with him. He's mine. I share but only share!"

"Goody, can we go again, right now?"

And that's why Vickie wanted me after her divorce.