"Was she serious?" Ann asked as we drove back on I-84 toward the hotel.

"Yes, I believe she was," I replied.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"About what?"

"About partying with them?"

"I don't think you're ready for that," I said. "They might provide you some very intense experiences. But, from what I observed of them last year, they party pretty hard. There's a lot of dope and lots of alcohol involved, too."

"What about you?" Ann asked, wanting to know if I partied with them.

"I think I'm too bland for their tastes. I don't do drugs for a lot of reasons and I'm not a big drinker. I think they got interested because I showed up with four hot young women. He called you my *harem*," I said. I didn't tell them that he called them my "skanky harem."

For three of these four young women, they only had their experience of my through the past several days plus whatever they had seen in previous videotapes. Abby, of course, knew about a number of my other experiences and that I was anything but bland. For example, Abby knew about the trip that I took to Minnesota with her sister, Catie, and the gangbanging experience that we had there. Catie had written about her/our experiences in Minnesota in her journal and Abby later told me that Catie had confided

in her about the experiences we had in Minnesota. We would talk about that later. Abby also knew about my experiences at the ski slopes and there was nothing bland about any of that.

"Stefanie seemed nice," Delaney said.

"She can be. She's a *fast woman*. If she doesn't like you and you hit on her, she'll put you down in a heartbeat."

Abby asked me if I ever hit on her. "No. But I've seen other guys try. She can be pretty heartless and cruel."

Our conversation drifted away from talking about Stefanie and Steve to heading back to the hotel and dinner together. Everyone would shower and wash off the sand and the sunscreen and then off to dinner. What was interesting was the conversation about who was going to get in the shower with me (actually, they all did and I had the most washed body of the group).

When we returned to the hotel, the room had been cleaned with fresh sheets, towels, etc. The enema bags were hanging in the closet (did we hang them there?) and I wondered about the woman from housekeeping and what she saw when Abby and I were making love with Ann and Stephanie laying beside us.

Dinner was light, quick, and entertaining. It was a local restaurant that they were familiar with. While we were not overly loud and boisterous, we were a happy group of five and I wondered if other patrons picked up on the conversations we were having about the nude beach or the times we had spent together over the past couple of days. When we were done, the other three women departed with hugs and kisses and "until next time."

Abby and I returned to the hotel room and we started to undress each other.

"Have you had a good time?" I asked.

She smiled at me and said "Yes, but I'm happy to be alone with you again." I knew what she meant. While it was fun to be playing with Abby and her friends in various aspects of sexual play and exploration, there was something special about being alone with Abby. There was a closeness I felt for us to be able to share and focus on each other. Still, I also felt a conflict within that I would come back to over and over again as I looked at the way I felt.

As I undressed Abby, I chuckled at the contrast between us disrobing at the end of the sandbar at Rooster Rock and how we were undressing each other in the hotel room. Abby looked at me and asked what was funny?

"Oh, I was just thinking about us stripping out of our clothes earlier today and how different that would have been if we were undressing each other this way," I said.

"Just me, or all of us?" Abby asked.

"Well, I was thinking of you," I said. "But, I guess I would have had to undress all of you this way to be 'fair' to everyone." My mind drifted to the way that would have looked and felt if I undressed the four of them in this sensuous way that I was undressing Abby. Abby reached between my legs and slid her hand down and around my erect cock, grasping it firmly.

"Would you have been hard like this for us?" she asked.

"I'm pretty sure I would be," I replied.

"Good! We'll have to try that next time. I'd like to see you walking with us across the sand with a nice stiff cock!" Abby replied. She pulled herself closer to me, my cock still in her hand.

"Besides," she quietly whispered in my ear, "I've been thinking all day about us fucking out there on the beach."

"Just you, or all four of you?" I asked.

"Both," she whispered. "For now, it's time to be in bed with you."

I brought us a towel from the bathroom and we crawled into bed together. She laid down on her back, drew her feet back on the bed towards her and spread her legs for me. I got on the end of the bed and positioned myself between her feet while my cock was dripping these long pearl strands of precum. I leaned over, brought my lips down to her pussy, and gently positioned myself slide my tongue between her labia lips and into her opening. She was so wet and she jumped at the contact with her pussy. I sild my tongue along her slit and tried to plunge it into her. I barely had time to do more than a couple of swipes with my tongue when she grasped my head and pulled it away.

"You can do that later," she said. "Right now, I need you inside me." I lifted up and slide forward on my knees and then spread them so I could be in position to slide my cock inside her.

"Right now?" I asked in a playful voice.

"Right now!" she said insistently. She reached down and grabbed my cock to pull me into position and to guide me in. As soon as the head of my cock was inside her, I lowered myself down onto her and pushed my cock all the way into her allowing the weight of my hips to press onto hers. She shook underneath of me and let out a guttural "Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuuck!" I rode her as she shook and squirmed underneath me, her arms wrapped tightly around me. She eventually drew her legs up to wrap around and lock her ankles over my hips.

"Oh, Gary, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,...." Her voice trailed off as I began to gently thrust my cock inside her. I varied the rate and vigor of my thrusts into her over the next minutes which made me and us quite sweaty. She was in a stage of continual orgasms. Not continuous, continual (going quickly from one orgasm to the next of varying intensities). While I loved causing any woman to orgasm like this, it was particularly special and sweet when I was with a person whom I loved and loved to be with. It wasn't fucking or sex at this point. It was *making love* to and with Abby. I did like the way she had her legs wrapped around my hips and feeling her fingers on my back. I could tell I was on that ramp up to my own orgasm.

I pushed up and raised up on my knees. Abby tried to keep her legs wrapped around my hips at first, but I slipped my hands and arms under them to raise them up to my shoulders. I told her that if she wanted to wrap her legs around me, she should wrap them around my shoulders and lock her ankles behind my neck and watch while I got closer and closer to cumming inside her. Just telling her that and her thinking about that made her cum again. And from this position should could watch me thrust my cock inside her in addition to feeling it inside her.

It was pretty steady stroking inside her with subtle changes to angle and thrust. She had her hands behind her legs to help hold them in position. She had a dreamy look on her face, half gazing at me and half gazing somewhere else. I imagine we both had that look.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" she asked, referring to my approaching orgasm.

"UmHmm," was my response.

"Take your time and enjoy the ride up," she said quietly to me. "I'm ready for you to give me all your cum and to fill me up."

She loved saying that sort of thing to me, just like Catie did. I don't know if it was something she learned (to say) from her sister. But it was clear to me that, like her older sister, she was turned on by both the thought of being filled with (my) cum in addition to actually physically being filled with it. And if iy was designed to provide the mental stimulation to "push me over the edge," it very nearly did.

"Oh, I am going to fill you," was my reply. I kept stroking, getting closer and closer to that point of no return.

A couple of minutes later Abby asked me "where are you?"

"I'm riding along that edge, pushing over slightly and then coming back," I replied from my being on the edge. I actually did think about it in terms of a skiing metaphor from places where I had skied along a very narrow edge or ledge near a drop off. There were places along the Back Bowls of Vail like that and certainly Snowbird, where I would drop down of the edge to pickup a little speed only to turn back up to be on the edge again. In orgasms, like skiing, there was a point of no return; where you committed and there was no turning back.

Abby knew I was there on the edge because she could feel how engorged I was as I slowly stroked in and out of her. She wasn't rushing me.

"Tell me when you're going to cum," she said. "I want to watch you as you fill me with your cum."

It was only a few more strokes before I asked "Are you ready?" That was my tease.

"Yes," she replied.

"Are you sure?" I asked. That's when she realized I was teasing her.

"YES!" she said with emphasis.

"Tell me again what you want me to to do?" I asked.

"I want you to fill me with your cum! I want to feel each spurt! I want you to empty your balls into me so that your cum fills my womb completely!" she practically shouted.

I looked down at her face, into her eyes, and our gazed locked.

"In that case, here I cum," I said as my full weight came down on her hips and I rolled her up a bit more, her legs still wrapped around my shoulders. She released her legs from her hands and I felt her hands grab my ass to pull me in deeper. She took a big breath, her eyes opened wide for a moment as I was probably as deep into her as I could go, and then she went over her own edge and shuddered beneath me. We watched each other, not moving, except for those muscles that were now operating automictically as we each experienced and shared our orgasms. My orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. The rapid spurts maybe 15-20 seconds. But, more than two minutes after I started cumming in Abby, I was still having sporadic contractions and each one was like a little shot of electricity for Abby.

We hadn't broken our gaze into each others eyes since I started to cum, and to watch the expression on Abby's face change over that time was quite a delight. She now had a soft smile on her lips and had a dreamy look in her eyes. I slowly lowered myself down onto my elbows and forearms, keeping my hips pressed to hers to hold my cock inside her as deeply as possible for her to receive each spurt of my cum as deep inside her as I could muster. As I lowered myself, her arms slid over and wrapped around my shoulders and our faces were but a few inches apart. Not a word was spoken. It was only the sound of our breathing, feeling our beating hearts, and the soft sound of the room air conditioner running in the background to cool our sweaty bodies.

Abby spoke first. "God, I love feeling you cum inside me. I love knowing that you are cumming inside me to fill me up. I love knowing that your cum is inside me and has filled me," she said looking me in my eyes. She paused for a moment before continuing.

"It always reminds me of our first time. It was so good and so special," she said. She was certainly correct about that and so different as my mind flashed back to that first time in October. She had surrendered her virginity to me in front of and with the support and coaching of her sister.

Our lips met and we kissed and in that moment we broke our gaze as we kissed.

As our lips parted, Abby asked "Do you feel that way?"

"Yes," I replied. "Every time I'm with you is like discovering you again for the first time."

"And cumming?" she asked.

"Oh yes! And it's everything that leads up to cumming inside you. It's even more powerful knowing how much you love it, too."

This was not unlike the same type of feelings and sentiments that Catie and I shared together though I didn't say that in the moment.

"Do you ever think of sis?" she asked.

Without thinking, I replied "yes." Then I asked, "When do you mean?"

"When we're fucking, when we're making love, do you think of her?" Abby asked.

"Yes," I replied. "It's momentary and fleeting thoughts, feelings, and memories. Something that reminds me of her or something that the three of us did together. I miss her. But, it's never imagining you are her or wishing that I was inside her instead of inside you." I paused for a moment before saying "or making you do something because she and I did it."

"Like what?" she asked.

I was stumped for the moment. "There's so much of what both you and she liked and want to do, the kind of sex we share and how. I didn't expect your sister to share me with her girlfriends and I certainly didn't expect you to share me with yours. I didn't expect you to share her enthusiasm for enemas, and I certainly had no idea of how both she and you took to anal (sex)."

"I think Ann's got us beat," Abby said. I chuckled at that.

"Could be. She does seem to like it, " I replied. But as I've noted elsewhere, I've known women who are really turned on (almost exclusively) by anal sex and others who want nothing to do with it, as well as many in between.

As my mind wandered over the possibilities, I did think of one thing. "Catie had an interest in bondage and I wouldn't agree to it at first. But when she came to visit me in November we tried some light bondage. That was more your sister's thing and we would have explored that further...," my voice tailed off and I didn't say "if she hadn't died." Nor did I have to say it. Abby knew that's what I meant.

Abby also knew that Catie and I had tried some bondage both from what Catie wrote in her journal and what she had told Abby about it and what it was like. She knew that her sister liked it when I strapped to the bedframe and she could have her way with me. But she also knew that Catie was really turned on by being bound to the bedframe, spread-eagled, face down so that I could take her from behind both vaginally and (particularly) anally.

"Anyway, you haven't expressed any interest and I haven't brought it up."

Our conversation drifted back to focus on Abby and I and what we shared. All this sexual talk kept my cock relatively hard and inside Abby as a plug to hold my cum inside her. As I came out of the most sensitive time of my refractory period, my cock stiffened and I gently moved inside Abby to remind her that I was still inside her and that there was more to cum if she wanted it (she did). And once I was hard again, I wasn't worried that my cock would slip out of Abby and I could reposition myself so that I could suck her nipples, for example, while we shared erotic thoughts.

Our conversation eventually came back to Abby and her friends. This included the time that Abby, Stephanie, and I spent together, the time that Ann and I, and then Ann, Abby and I spent together, as well as when all four of them were with me. Abby admitted to me that watching me play with and have sex with her friends was actually an incredible turn on for her. She wasn't sure how she would feel about it. However, her reaction and explanation was much the same as Catie's when Catie and I talked about it. She knew how good it feels when I did certain things and she hoped it felt as good for her friends as it did for her. The difference was that Catie and I had an explicit "we belong to each other" agreement. It was an implicit belonging to each other with Abby and I.

"Though, I think Ann would like to take you away from me and have you for herself," Abby said.

I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Abby asked.

I pulled my cock part way out and gave Abby a nice deep, long stroke. "Your sister and I thought the same thing about you," I replied.

"Well, I did, at first," Abby admitted.

"Can I ask you something?" Abby asked. It was more of a rhetorical premise because she knew that she could. I nodded my head.

"How did it feel to watch Sis being fucked and fucking all those guys in Minnesota?" Abby asked. She knew the infidelity aspect of my wife in my marriage. "Did you feel any jealousy?"

"No, I didn't. Your sister was having the time of her life and we participated together. The female partners of all those guys were tending to me, too. But it was one of the things she wanted to experience with me. Besides, your sister wasn't trying to replace me with somebody else at my expense. She wanted us to be together in that experience and to be together afterwards as primary partners, which is the way it turned out. Most of all, Catie felt "safe" knowing I was there for her and that I would look out for her. I shared some very erotic details of what Catie did and what it was like watching her or knowing (when I couldn't see or be with her) what she was doing. I did point out that her sister and I were the youngest members of this group.

Abby and I were incredibly aroused again from all this talk of those experiences that her sister and I shared after we had left Portland after Thanksgiving. Abby and I hadn't really talked about this experience in quite this direct and erotic way. She was getting very turned on by my description of her sister taking multiple cocks simultaneously and admitted that she had fantasized about it since she found out that we had done that, though her sister's death had diminished that fantasy through much of the spring.

"Would you take me to Minnesota with you?" Abby asked.

"It's more complicated than that," I said. "They would need to give you permission. But we can talk about it later." And with that I rolled Abby over on top of me and she started to ride my cock towards our next orgasms.

There were no enemas this night and it was all vaginal and oral sex in multiple positions. I filled her with so much cum and cleaned her of so much cum that by midnight we were pretty much all fucked out. I had the alarm set to 4:30 AM so I could finish packing and have some last intimate time with Abby before we departed.

The alarm went off and I got out of bed, went to the bathroom and quietly packed the remainder of my work gear in my suitcase. All I had left was to put my enema bag and my shaving kit into the suitcase and zip it up.

Abby was laying on her side, face down in the bed when I slipped back between the sheets. Her ass was a little more tan than had been the day before but no sunburn because we had used enough and strong enough sunscreen. I gently stroked her ass and noted the transition from a light tan to white where the sun didn't reach between her buttocks.

Her eyes were closed but she was awake while I was stroking her. She told me to take her and fill her ass with cum and (after applying some lubricant) we had a nice slow anal session before I finally came inside her. I did offer to lick my cum out after I softened and fell out of her. She told me that she was going to keep it inside her and hold onto it as long as she could.

She got up and went to the bathroom, I heard her running water in the sink after she was done and when she came back, she had two wash cloths; one soapy and one not, along with a hand towel. She washed my cock off with the soapy wash cloth and then she carefully removed the soap with the other wash cloth (turning it several times). She went back to the sink and rinse out the wash cloth and then came back to finish wiping me. Finally, she dried my cock before taking it in her mouth to get me hard(er). We rolled around in the bed assuming various positions over the next 20 minutes before I finally came in her pussy again.

This time, she put a plug in her vagina to hold my cum inside her (with what was already left in her from our overnight interludes).

"You're not trying to get pregnant?" I asked, knowing that it was probably "too late" for that.

"No. Of course not! I'm just trying to hold it in until later," she said. Well, I remembered she had done that previously. But that was to show her friends that her vagina was well-filled by my sperm.

We got in the shower together and washed each other. We both knew our time together on this trip was winding down and we were both trying to savor every last moment before we really did have to leave.

We checked out of the hotel and headed to the airport. She waited for me while I turned in my rental car. I loaded my luggage into her car and we drove back to the terminal to check my luggage and then parked her car. She came into the terminal with me and after going through security (I'm glad her plug was a soft plastic and not metal), we went down the concourse to wait at my gate.

We didn't have much to say. Just some small talk about what Abby would be doing today, whether I'd be going into the office or seeing my son.

"You know the last time you were here with me it was right after we had made love for the first times," I said, "after your dad had his stroke."

"I remember," she said. "It was you, me, and sis."

"Did your sister ever tell you what happened when I got on the plane?"

"I don't think so," she replied.

"Well, when I got on the plane, the guy sitting beside me had noticed me sitting with the two of you and how close the three of us appeared. He asked me if you were sisters and I told him you were. He asked if I was sleeping with either of you and I told him I was...at the same time. His reaction was...interesting."

"And what if you're asked about me on the plane today," she asked sweetly.

I leaned over and whispered "I'll tell them your stomach, pussy, and ass are full of my cum."

"Mmmmm!" she sighed with a smile. "I want more!"

"I've got more," I said as I thought about how much cum Abby was holding inside her. Frankly, I wished I was still in bed with her adding to what she already held. Those thoughts left us both smiling as the plane began boarding. I waited with Abby at the gate as long as I could before giving her a hug and a long kiss before boarding the plane.

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

I walked down the jetway and turned just before getting to the plane to see her standing there watching me. I waved and she waved back. I stepped on board and found my seat. As the plane pushed away and then taxied away from the gate, I saw her standing in the window as the plane left for Atlanta. It was a smooth flight to Atlanta and then on to RDU after changing flights.

Once in the air, I remember asking myself what was I doing? I really did care about Abby and she (and her friends) were a lot of fun to be with. And when we were together, the fucking was wonderful as was the sense of closeness. I treated Abby as well as I had treated her sister though the intensity of passion with Abby was less intense than what I felt with Catie. But then again, they were different people with different life experiences (or lack thereof) and both Abby and I were still dealing with the rawness and echoes of Catie's death.

When I got back to North Carolina, I picked up my son and he was quite happy to see me and spend time with me again. It would be more than a month before I was travelling again and that would be for the completion of my work assignment in Oregon and Idaho.

After arriving home, I called Abby later that evening on the phone in her bedroom. When she answered I could tell there was someone else with her from the conversation in the background.

"Guess who's here?" she asked. I had no idea

"Stephanie and Ann."

"Your high school friend, Stephanie? Not the one from Rooster Rock?" I asked.

"Of course, silly!"

"And your dad is there?"

"He's downstairs. He didn't get home from his weekend trip until after I did. How was your flight home? Get any questions?"

"It was uneventful and no inquiries," I said. "How are you doing?" I asked.

"We're just laying here in our sexy lingerie talking...about you. Do you want to say 'Hi!' to them?"

"Sure." I said. I spent a couple of minutes on the phone with both of them. They were intent on telling me what they were wearing and not wearing (all of them were bare-bottomed). I could visualize how that scene in Abby's room looked with the three of them on her bed.

When Abby got back on the line, she told me that when her dad came home, he took her to breakfast. I asked if everything was okay and she told me it was and that they had a good time together at breakfast and after they got home.

"I felt like such a naughty girl having breakfast with him and all your cum inside me. Some of it leaked out (of her ass) while we were at breakfast creating a bit of a mess in my panties," she said. I asked if she was still plugged and she told me she was and there wasn't much leakage from around the plug but she knew it was there.

"I was waiting until you called to pull it out," she said. "Do you want me to pull it out?" she asked. I told her I did. She described what happened when she pulled out the plug and the clear, thin, but gooey liquid that gushed out of her and was running between her butt cheeks to a towel under her.

"Too bad I'm not there to clean you up," I said. She told Stephanie and Ann what I said. One of them responded saying for me not to worry, that they would clean her for me.

It got to be an erotic conversation over the next few minutes as I was talking to Abby and the phone was passed between the three of them. When things finally wound down, and we were wrapping up our call I told Abby that I was hard and I thought I'd go masturbate and cum. She told her friends and they volunteered to help. Abby had the best response by telling me that if we were together, I wouldn't need to masturbate.

"Remember that, if you want to move out here and be our sex slave," she said.

I told her/them that was quite an offer and bid them all goodnight. I went and got in my waterbed and thought about the three of them together (with me) as I stroked myself to a wonderful orgasm. After cumming, I let my cum lay there on my stomach pooling in my navel before spreading it across my abdomen and drifting off to sleep.