Must Love Dogs
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Chapter 9: Triplication
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: Triplication - Diane and Jeff are hitting it off after meeting online and going on a few dates. It's time for him to visit her home and meet her two daughters in their late teens. On arrival, he discovers their home nudism policy. Younger daughter Annie has some psychological and behavior issues, but she's mending. Instead of being jealous and resentful of the new boyfriend, the girls push for Diane and Jeff to get together and get it on.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Consensual Rape Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Sister Anal Sex Double Penetration Flatulence Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Hairy Size Nudism Violence Illustrated
When Eric walked in on Friday evening, I could see he was nervous. Hell, *I* was nervous. But Diane’s excitement was obvious, and she enthusiastically welcomed him with a deep kiss. Then he turned to me with a bright smile, suggesting he wanted a similar greeting. I just stuck out my arm for a handshake.
“Aww. No kiss?” Eric asked.
“You need to bring me flowers, and take me out to dinner first,” I growled.
Diane took his little bag of clothes and gave us instructions.
“You boys play nice, now. Eric, remember what I said. This is all new for Jeff, he’s very conventional. I told him he can bail out at any time. Our daughters have been told NOT to disturb us in our bedroom. I’ll put Eric’s bag there and then we can enjoy our dinner.”
While the five of us were eating and crowded around Diane’s table, Tillie explained that she was taking Annie to the Hangout after dessert.
“There’s a guy I talked to last time. If he is there again tonight, I’m going to work out a deal with him to paint flames on the sides of the Buick.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Diane was skeptical.
“Look, I used Artificial Intelligence to make a picture.”
She passed around her phone, and all three of us “old folks” guffawed.
“Tillie, that car has a tiny engine with only three cylinders,” I laughed. “You’re putting lipstick on a pig, silly girl.”
“Don’t pick on my sister! Tillie, tell them,” Annie complained.
“Mom, guys go crazy when they see a girl step out of a car like this. It’s like honeybees at a blooming flowerbed. It’s not that I’m going to race with the Buick; the decoration just shows that I’m being playful.”
“Tillie has a point, Diane,” I said. “Just imagine the reaction when you and I pull into a space in the nudist campground, and your Volvo has flames like that. Then, you step out and there are similar flames painted on your body. You’re going to get so much attention! Eric, would you agree?”
Eric’s silly grin was infectious. “Absolutely,” he said, “Diane’s already gorgeous, but put flames on her body, and guys are going to go insane.” My own reaction, I realized, perfectly matched his.
Diane said, “I want you to get this guy’s number and we’ll meet with him. I want to know if he paints both cars and bodies, OK, Tillie?”
“Really? Mom, you’re the greatest. We’ll go out after dessert is done.”
“Great. We need to know if he can temporarily> paint my new Volvo. Annie, take the dishes to the sink, then bring out the bowls and the ice cream shovel. I’ll get the >vanilla >ice cream, and also the chocolate syrup and sprinkles.”
I partially stifled my laughing. After we finished with dessert and the girls had left, Diane held Eric’s cock and my cock and led us to the bedroom door.
“Eric, I want you kneeling by the headboard where I can suck you, while Jeff is at the other end of the bed plowing my pussy.”
“You mean...” asked Eric.
“Yeah, spitroast me. It’s been too long. After a while, I’ll spin around so Jeff’s cock is in my mouth. Any objections?”
“Not from me,” I said, and Eric also agreed.
In my past, I’d been part of a spitroast. But this time, I was behind sweet Diane feeling the force of my emotions for her. Looking down and watching my cock sliding in and out was exciting enough; moans and slurps from her mouth added a soundtrack to my excitement.
And then, she switched around, and my cock was in her mouth being sweetly bathed by her tongue. She pulled back, though.
“No, Jeff. Just wait.”
Now it was my turn to moan, frustrated.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Your time to come will come. Heh. All right, you two. Jeff, lie on your back, I’ll be on top.”
She straddled me, slipping my cock all the way into her pussy and grinding her clit into my little thatch of pubic hair.
“Put your legs together, Jeff,” she cooed.
I felt the bed shifting as Eric’s knees pressed into the mattress close to my hips, and his hard cock started squeezing into Diane through, well, door number two. Before this, I’d never experienced this kind of sex—my first time feeling tightly crowded inside a woman’s pelvis this way. I felt the pressure of him bumping along as he pushed and pulled, with only a thin layer of tissue separating our cocks.
Diane’s passions played over her face; I watched her gasp and shiver while his body pushed into her with power. With my right hand, I palmed her tit and squeezed tightly; I put my left arm up across her shoulders and used enough strength to lift my face up for some frantic kisses.
Wonderful!
I pulled my hand off her nipple and she fell against me, moaning. Eric was starting to speed up; he wasn’t going to last long, and Diane knew it.
“Eric! Pull out and come on my ass!” I gave him credit for obedience and I tried not to flinch when he splattered some drops on the side of my arm.
“Move away, Eric, so we can flip over and I can finish!”
It didn’t take long ... Half a minute, maybe, and I was flooding her pussy while she clutched at my shoulders and cried out with my own climax.
There was enough room in the king-size bed for me to roll off to Diane’s left, leaving her in the middle and Eric on the other side.
“Wow. Fuck.” I wasn’t being very articulate while my heart was pounding and my cock was still twitching.
“Dog my cats, Diane! I never imagined ... But Eric, you splooged on my arm!”
“Reach over, Jeff. I’ll lick it off.”
“Yikes!”
“Jeff, he’s not joking. In a minute, I’m going to squat on Eric’s face so he can clean me up. He’s always been willing to tidy me up that way.”
“Ah, oh! And you’re going to tell me...”
“Yeah. Eric will take care of you, too, if you want.”
“I wasn’t expecting ... you’re telling me...”
“Your eyes are so big, Jeff! Listen, Eric is like a full-service car wash. Including the vacuum.”
“Diane, Jeff, I wasn’t ... Um, golly. Eric, forgive me, I’m going to need a little time to adjust.”
Eric grinned at me.
“I know, Jeff, I understand. My ex-wife can get carried away. I don’t want to make you nervous or upset.”
“No, it’s not that. She did tell me about you and, uh, Paul, that is, the three of you. I’m not squicked, not really. It’s just that you need to be gentle with me. I’m a delicate flower.”
Neither of them bought my wimpy and querulous act. Instead, Diane started tickling me.
The next morning, the girls made breakfast for us. They loved having Dad back in the house again, even if it was going to be an occasional thing. Tillie explained that Harold, the painter, wanted to come over that night (Saturday) to discuss “the project.” She let him know that our home was full of nudists, and he said that “wouldn’t be a problem for him.”
When he showed up that evening, Harold was driving a little van. The back part of the van had no side windows and a caged area behind the front seats full of painting supplies. He gratefully accepted a plate of spaghetti and garlic bread and we sat down for a discussion after eating.
Again, Tillie showed him the AI image of the flames, and how she wanted a similar look on both the Buick’s fenders and on her flanks and thighs.
“I have to confess,” Tillie explained, “I thought for a while of getting tattoos to match the flames on this image. But, I’m too chicken to get poked with needles that much, or have that much ink circulating around inside my body. So, I’m thinking the car should have permanent paint, and my body should have temporary paint. Is that OK?”
Harold told her that he agreed.
“From what little I know, for you to get that much tattooing safely and artistically done might cost you at least $5,000 and take weeks and weeks to complete safely. Also, that much needle work will be extremely painful.
“I have a better idea that would be more practical. Who did those paintings on the wall?”
“Those are mine, Harold,” answered Annie. There were three of them on the walls, a landscape, a peacock, and (of course) a dog.
“Outstanding work. Annie, if you and I work together, I can show you how I create those flames on both the car and on your sister’s skin. Would you be willing to do that kind of work with me?”
“Really? Abso-fucking-lutely, Harold.”
“Perfect. I guess we should talk about the cost...”
“Wait. Harold, I want the same thing. Temporary flames on my skin, and temporary flames on my car, too. That car is expensive and brand new, so I need to have paint that can wash off.”
“I’m sorry, Diane. I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Really?” Diane sounded upset and frustrated. “Why not? Am I too old for you or something?”
“Oh, no, that’s not it. I think you’re very pretty. I’d be happy to put my brush on your skin, heh-heh.”
His leering made her smile.
“So, what’s the problem, Harold?”
“I never painted a Volvo before.”
“You’re a brat!” But she was still smiling at him.
We worked out the cost and the timing to put flames on two cars and four legs and hips. Annie was absolutely thrilled to be working with and learning from Harold.
Tillie took her newly decorated body to the Hangout, attracting all kinds of flirting and attention. Generously, Tillie made a point of introducing her sister to the guys she didn’t choose. To use an antiquated phrase, both girls had a full dance card every night.
Dog mode was still a part of Annie’s life, however. Tillie had purchased tie-on dog tails for her to wear continuously. Annie kept this tail-wearing secret from their mother.
One day, Annie was working in the school office after the last period. With her were three older adults: the school’s secretary, the principal, and Larry, a contractor.
The principal toiled in his private office, the secretary clacked away on her typewriter, and Annie did some filing—invoices, mostly. Larry’s work involved repairs to the decrepit linoleum flooring.
While he was down at floor level, Larry looked up and realized that Annie was wearing a fuzzy tail; the tip hung out just below the hemline of her skirt. A few minutes later, the secretary excused herself for a bathroom break, giving Larry a quick chance to talk with Annie.
“Annie, I’m Larry. Can I ask you a quick question? Are you 18 yet?”
To Larry’s eye, Annie seemed very mature for a high school student. In fact, she had been away from school for some time while struggling with her health.
“I am 18. Why?”
“I saw your tail, and I want to show you a picture of my wife. This is Liz.”
On his phone screen, he displayed a nude photo. Liz was in her thirties, naked, wearing a headband with floppy ears, and a long furry tail connected to an anal plug.
“But, but...” Annie stammered.