Chapter 2

Kasey said, “I was a pageant girl for years. Doing quick changes and having all the other girls peek, or if you just had a good walk, stare, takes the shyness away. Of course, I just got married, and my husband is always so complimentary, I don’t feel like I need to hide anything.”

Dr. Karen asked, “Have you and your husband been together for a while?”

Kasey said, “No, we got married yesterday. Of course, I’ve known George since I was a little girl, but as a family friend. I only realized I’d fallen in love with him a few months ago, and only started thinking of becoming his wife, and all that implies, a few weeks ago.”

Dr. Park asked, “So, you find your husband visually appealing and sexually attractive?”

Kasey giggled and said, “There is a lot of difference between knowing someone approves of you, thinks you are smart as well as pretty, and compliments you in an age and socially appropriate way, and knowing a man specifically sexually desires you, wants to make love to you frequently, and spend the rest of his life with you. Sleeping in the same bed for the first time and feeling our bodies pressed together for the first time is a revelation. It brings home the reality of all being married to a man contributes to my life and emotional well-being. All that seems more important than a handsome face or a cute butt.

“Georgie has always been a gentleman and let me know that physical contact and affection was on my timetable. While we slept together, in the same bed, last night, I am still a virgin in the medical and traditional sense of the term. I don’t want to get pregnant yet. It may be the result of a futile desire to preserve my competition body and make a run at a major title. He totally respects my feelings, so we didn’t consummate the marriage with vaginal penetration because I ovulated last night.”

Dr. Karen said, “You realize that ‘Miss’ pageants require a girl to be unmarried.”

Kasey said, “There are some grey areas in the rules. We had a ceremony but have not applied for civil recognition yet. If I do well enough in the interviews and have the right sponsors, they might allow me to compete.”

The doctor said, “How did you physically give yourselves to each other? Did you feel your wedding night was satisfactory and satisfying, Kasey?”

Kasey said, “Of course, I wished we could couple the traditional way, but given my desire to be on birth control before we did that, I asked George to humor me and penetrate my body via my back door, rather than vaginally. It did seem off that my very first sexual experience was anal sex, but it did fulfill my desire to feel him inside me. Emotionally it was more satisfying to me than taking him in my mouth would have been. He’s experienced and skillful, so he didn’t hurt me. He gave me several orgasms from cunnilinguis and several more from G-Spot massage, so I was totally relaxed and very motivated to have his penis inside me. There was no pain, only pleasure, and I even had an orgasm from the combination of anal penetration and clitoral massage. All in all, I felt it was a very satisfactory and sexually satisfying wedding night.”

Dr. Park said, “I can tell you love each other in a mature and unselfish way. It’s pretty rare for a couple to be so in tune with each other and advanced in their thinking, on the wedding night.

“Let’s do the exam, tell you about your contraception alternatives, and then I’ll offer some alternatives that may make vaginal penetration less scary and more pleasant the first time.”

The doctor gently inserted the speculum and did the internal examination. She called me to come over. When I was looking over her shoulder, she said, “See this little ring of thin tissue? That’s Kasey’s hymen. It looks small and thin enough there should be very little pain when you penetrate her and make the first tear. It’s a little-known fact that the hymen isn’t totally obliterated until a woman delivers her first child. Have you ever deflowered a virgin before, George?”

I replied, “I don’t think so. I never interrogated girls in detail. No one ever represented herself as virginal. I’ve read that most men can’t tell if they are tearing the hymen if the girl doesn’t display a pain response. Even then, it’s the same as asking the girl because the man can’t tell by feel if he has, as they say, popped her cherry. He would have to do a visual examination first to determine if a significant amount of tissue is still attached, then repeat the examination after penetration to observe the changes. On an emotional level, I think that whole process would be destructive.”

Dr. Karen said, “Kasey, George just told you that he trusts you completely. To him, if you say you are a virgin, then you are a virgin. He doesn’t attach significance to the obsolete concept of ‘breaking the seal,’ so if you want, I can surgically remove your hymen so there shouldn’t be any pain at all when he enters your vagina for the first time.”

Kasey said, “It makes a difference to me. I want to experience being deflowered in the old-fashioned way. I want Georgie to know for sure he is the first man to enter me. This has powerful symbolism for me and that generates an intense erotic component. I want to make sure George knows that I freely give all of myself to him. A young woman has very few things she can give to a mature man. I want my husband to know I give him everything in my power to gift him.”

Dr. Park said, “Kasey, you said George knows how to find your G-Spot and has already given you several orgasms via the internal clitoral structures, so I suppose my grand finale demonstration is unnecessary.”

Kasey said, “All this probing and talking has me really worked up, Karen. Could you please insert my IUD, and then let my husband get me off so I’m not a total mess?”

There was something almost obscene about the way Kasey was spread open on the exam table. The doctor got a fresh pair of gloves, opened a sterile package and took out the IUD inside the insertion tool. Karen guided the tip into the opening of Kasey’s cervix, positioned the tool and pressed the plunger. The IUD slid out of the tool into Kasey’s uterus. Karen adjusted the device, then guided the string out through the cervix so Kasey would be able to tell if the device was in place.

Karen said, “You are protected now.”

Kasey purred, “Georgie, please get over here. We missed our wedding night, and your wife needs you to deflower her. Devirginize me and consummate this marriage.”

I did lots of foreplay and licked Kasey’s clit until she was begging me to shove my cock deep in her cunt. That pushed my buttons, and I slotted the head of my dick in her tight hole. I slowly but inexorably pushed the mushroom shaped glans inside Kasey’s gorgeous body.

Her bald pussy lips were fat and swollen. Her skin was as soft and smooth as a newborn baby. I felt Kasey’s hymen tear and my prick suddenly filled her tight pussy. Kasey wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tight. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me all the way inside her body. Kasey grinned at me and whispered, “You can stop being gentle now. Fuck me the way you fucked Krys and let’s make this marriage official. Work your studly magic on me and make me cum until I’m out of my little mind.”

I felt a little pressure to perform because Krys had cum so easily for me and her orgasms were so hard, they convinced Kasey she wanted some of me too. Fortunately, Kasey’s frustration level left her primed to respond. If I was stupid, I would have gotten a big head from the way Kasey squirmed under me. If I wasn’t still traumatized by the memory of scenes from Final Destination involving a massage table, I would have climbed on top of her to increase the pressure on her clit. I stayed standing on the floor and used my right index finger to rub her clitoris as I thrust into Kasey’s soaking wet pussy as hard and fast as I could.

My beauty queen wife came so hard she screamed. I grinned because both of my wives had sexy voices and they would make much better porno videos than even the performer of the year award winner. Kasey started moaning, “Fuck me daddy! Screw your daughter’s brains out.”

She didn’t repeat one phrase a million times, but she kept begging me to fuck her in a million different ways. When she came, it wasn’t ever the same words or body movements or facial expressions. Since every time was fresh and unique, I believed Kasey was really loving having me screw her and that her responses were genuine and authentic. Knowing I was making her cum so hard stirred me up more than usual. When she kissed me hard and begged me to cream her cunt, I couldn’t help myself and blasted a big glob of semen against her open cervix. The image of a full load filling Kasey’s womb and surrounding her fertile ovum with potent sperm made my prostate contract harder than ever as I shot four big wads and a few dribbles into Kasey’s hungry twat.

I can’t explain why, but I find most porn actresses annoying. Japanese girls all sound like they are in pain. Since making girls cum is my kink, the idea of some guy making a cute little girl suffer doesn’t trip my trigger. Krys and Kasey sound like legal age girls enjoying the hell out of themselves when they cum for me.

Karen said, “Kasey, I hope you don’t get jealous easily. I can’t tell if he can find the spot unless he does it on me. In my demo, I have the husband do me first and then do you. Is that acceptable?”

Kasey was still out of breath, but she laughed and said, “As long as I can fuck him or suck him off as soon as the demo is over, so he doesn’t have a tent in his trousers when we leave, I’ll adjust.”

Karen said, “That’s a very important principle, Kasey. Both partners need to reach completion and fulfillment every time, so there is parity in the marriage relationship.

“OK, Georgie, you are up. Come over here and dazzle me with your skills.”

I took three steps toward her, closing the distance between us. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips passionately.

I said, “Karen, I think your results will be more satisfactory if I can make things less clinical for you. Is that acceptable?”

Karen laughed and said, “I normally don’t get husbands who have a need to make every woman they touch cum so hard she screams, but it’s been a long time since I got laid properly, so I’m going to let you do anything you want with me. Go ahead and drive me crazy. Just please, don’t try to make me addicted to you. I think your bride might object.”

I opened the buttons of her white lab coat. Neither Kasey nor I could suppress a little gasp. Karen was a vision of female perfection. She was wearing a black silk camisole, trimmed with lace. We could see a black lace bra under her cami, black lace garter belt, and sheer black hose. Her mound was totally bare. The skin was baby smooth. There was no hint of irritation or stubble.

I helped Karen out of her lab coat, and she lifted the cami over her head, dropping the wisp of silk on a chair. She said, “Show me how you stimulate your wife’s breasts, please.”

I caressed Karen’s breasts through the lace bra. I said, “You have a lovely body, dear. I’m afraid the lace is going to irritate your nipples. May I remove your bra?”

Karen chuckled and said, “Please do. I’m giving you permission to do whatever you think I need done to me to make me cum harder than I’ve ever orgasmed before.”

Kasey giggled and said, “Careful Karen. If you let him do whatever he wants to your pretty body, you are going to be addicted whether or not you want to be.”

My fingers were already opening the front closure of her lace bra. I guided the straps off her shoulders. I said, “Most women as generously endowed as you need more support than a pretty, sexy, front close bra provides. Your breasts are so firm, they keep their lovely shape even with your bra off.”

Karen said, “Don’t be shy George. Call them tits if that’s what you are thinking. My boobs are for touching, not just admiring. I’m fully aroused and feeling impatient, so live up to your wife’s press release, and make me beg you to make me cum for eternity.”

I had underestimated Karen’s arousal level, so I went straight to moderate firmness as I kneaded the soft, springy flesh of her breasts. She sighed and said, “Of course, you never start out that firmly with your wife’s tender little titties, do you?”

I kissed Karen hard. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth, and she kissed me back in the most sexually demanding kiss I’d ever received. I mirrored her kissing style and was rewarded with a soft, “Oh yes!” moan.

Kasey came over and whispered, “I’ll keep her busy kissing. You do your magic on her tits and we’ll drive this little slut crazy.”

Karen whimpered when Kasey kissed her. I went to work on the doctor’s breasts and nipples. I slowly increased the firmness of my kisses and licks. I captured each nipple between my lips and sucked until I made her hips squirm.

Kasey walked Karen backwards to the examination table, helped her sit on the table, kissed her until the doctor was dizzy, and helped Karen lie back on the table. Before the doctor knew what was happening, her feet were in the stirrups and firmly fastened so she couldn’t get them out.

Kasey said, “Oh, doctor, I wouldn’t want you to tear a muscle, squirming around when my Georgie starts making you cum and your orgasms make you writhe like a crazy woman.”

Kasey fastened two straps over Karen’s torso, one at her waist, and one just under her breasts.

Karen frowned and said, “How did you know I’ve had rape fantasies since my tits first started swelling?”

I said, “Those fantasies are pretty common, Karen. For some girls, it gives permission to have sexual thoughts because the rapist is forcing everything on the girl. It wasn’t her idea. She didn’t seek it out. She didn’t ask to be raped. However, when a girl realizes she is getting sexual pleasure from the fantasy and perhaps can’t climax without imagining being forced, the resulting guilt feelings can be very destructive.”

Karen said, “I’m a big girl now. I want to embrace my sexuality. I have never found the right partner or partners to make my dreams come true.

“In my fantasy, you force me, then force me to like getting fucked, then force me to admit I love fucking. You make me beg you to screw me so that I’m fucking you without being forced, and definitely loving everything about fucking you. In the end, I fall in love with my rapist, and my insatiable hunger for you makes you fall in love with me. We fuck happily ever after.”

I said, “Karen, I don’t think asking me to rape you is a good way to start a relationship. I don’t think I could even do a convincing simulation of a rape.”

Karen said, “Think of it as enjoying the artistic way my bound body looks. Enjoy the visually stimulating way my being restrained and helpless makes me look, and the tender feelings knowing I’m opening myself to you completely makes you feel. If I choose to imagine you are raping me, it’s going on in my mind, and not something you can control.

“You don’t need to hurt me, just make me feel like you are holding me down and taking me. Make me feel you want me so strongly you feel you must claim me as yours, no matter whether or not it is socially acceptable.”

Kasey said, “Karen, how do you feel about being part of a polygamous marriage with two other women who are already totally addicted to George and will do anything to get him fired up enough to give us our sex fix?”

Karen said, “It’s not ideal, for my personality and dreams, but watching how completely you’ve fallen for him after just one butt fucking makes me think it’s the best chance to get what I need. I may never get another opportunity to get so close to having my needs met, my dreams fulfilled, and my body satisfied.

“Knowing what you do about me, I suppose there is a lesbian rape somewhere in my future. You and your sister wife will undoubtedly force me to love eating pussy and make me into an out of control, bi slut.”

Kasey said, “Would that be such a bad thing? It might be the only way for all of us to survive if George isn’t able to take care of all of us every day. I admit I’m a psychological mess, and I may never trust another man to touch my body, let alone open myself to him completely. As Krys and I are finding out, ultimate orgasms and sexual satisfaction only happen when we are so much in love that we open ourselves to our man to a degree that makes the word, ‘totally’ seem inadequate to describe the depth of our feelings or our connection with our mate.”

Kasey and I ensnared and enslaved Karen by using her darkest desires to get her more aroused than she had ever allowed herself. I made her cum from licking and sucking her nipples. Kasey made her cum from pinching her nipples while they were making out.

I ate her pussy until Karen was squirming so hard, she would have fallen off the examination table if she had not been restrained. I was very proud of the full body orgasms I was drawing out of Karen’s writhing body. I didn’t give her even a moment to catch her breath, let alone calm down. As her hardest climax so far was ebbing, I slipped my finger into her tiny hole. Karen might be older than Kasey, but her vagina was as tight as Kasey’s medically verified virginal pussy. I found her G-Spot and made her cum from the press and release massage. While she was still thrashing around from that orgasm, I went back to licking and sucking on her clit while I continued the G-Spot stimulation. Karen’s next orgasm was monumental. Her thighs tried to imitate a nutcracker on my head. While my ears were sealed, Karen’s passionate moans inflamed me, and I ached to plunge my throbbing cock into her juicy twat. When she was screaming her way through her fourth orgasm from my combined assault on her internal and external clitoral structures, I thought I’d go deaf. That didn’t stop me from sucking harder on her clitoris, like I was sucking on one of her nipples, until her hips jumped up off the table to increase the pressure of my tongue against her spasming clit.

My tall K-Pop dancer look-alike went limp. She was panting and softly moaning, “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes.”

Her breathing slowed, and the doctor was completely silent for a moment or two, then Karen groaned, “I’ve never cum so good.”

I stirred the head of my dick around in the soaking wet opening of her vagina. I rubbed the head over her clit. Karen sighed. She took my prick in her small hand and rubbed it hard and fast over her clit until she came again. I thrust hard into her hole. I wished I’d examined Karen before I entered her, because I felt enough resistance that I thought her hymen might have been at least partially intact before I entered her.

I dislike male ego when it makes my mouth say something stupid that keeps my cock out of a pussy that was already wet and wanting me. I hate making a stupid comment that changes a girl’s mind. I can’t lie. The thought of giving two virgins their first penetration and intercourse induced orgasms on the same day seemed like it was going to explode like a battlefield illuminating mortar shell, inside my brain. I vowed to keep my mouth shut and not say anything.

Fortunately, I had Karen to think about and concentrate on. My goal was to make our lovemaking so memorable for her that she couldn’t do without me. I used all my tricks to maximize pressure on her clitoris. She didn’t seem to get bored with one pattern of my hip movements, so I just kept up whatever was making her cum the hardest and most frequently.

I started out in full male ego mode, counting each of Karen’s orgasms. I realized that the brain power I was wasting keeping count of orgasms could be better used thinking of how to vary my thrusts and hip motion as well as where I could touch Karen’s body to bring her even more pleasure.

I’ve begun to suspect some of the problems I’ve had with women were my fault because I was selfish. Yes, women almost always orgasmed when they mated with me, but that was purely accidental until I made love with Krys the first time. That was the first time I put all of my intention into making our lovemaking the most memorable event of her life, rather than a tool to get my dick in a wet pussy in minimum time and spunk as many times as possible.

I guess I’m terribly slow, but I finally realized that to overcome being old, not as handsome as I used to be, being slower and weaker, and having every one of my white hairs remind her I’d probably die on her one day, I needed to focus on her pleasure and trust that if I made it great for her, she’d want to stay and make it great for me.

I put that plan into effect for Karen and promised myself I’d treat all women that way from now on.

Kasey was whispering filthy things in Karen’s ear as I fucked the doctor. Kasey said, “You didn’t know you were such a little slut, did you doc? Wearing that tight, short skirt, and that whore’s underwear, no wonder you got your little virgin cunt raped by a man who knows how the hell your hole is meant to be used. Now you are squirming like crazy while he fucks you and wondering what the hell you were afraid of. Every time he makes you cum, you scream your silly head off, and wish you’d walked down this dark, lonely street, all by yourself, years ago.

“You realize your daddy was right, and you’re just a tramp who can’t control herself, once you get a taste of hard cock. You only wish your dad was a perv so you could have fucked him good and proper and been his little bitch in heat to comfort him in his elder years. Your mom knew you were a little slut. That’s why she wouldn’t let you be alone with your dad. She knew you’d tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore and nailed you to his bed. You never did understand why she cared if you fucked your daddy since she apparently didn’t want to and wasn’t taking proper care of her husband.”

Once Kasey got Karen going, it was like she had spun up a giant fly wheel. The doctor was cumming nearly continuously, so Kasey sat on the K-Pop Idol look-alike’s face. I was having trouble not squirting before I wanted to with both Karen and Kasey cumming, and cumming, and cumming. Both girls were moaning, and whimpering, and screaming when they orgasmed. The sights, and sounds, and scents of two beautiful women in heat flipped the switch in my brain and put me in rut. The air was saturated with female sex pheromones, driving me to the edge of sanity, as I tried to make sure her deflowering made an indelible impression on Karen so she would never even consider allowing another man to touch her.

The sight of two beautiful young women having nearly continuous orgasms was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The sounds of their passion pushed me over the edge, and I shot a heavy load of hot cream against Karen’s spasming cervix. Kasey went off like a bomb and nearly smothered Karen, she ground her clit so hard against the doctor’s tongue.

We were all panting like we’d run a race. Karen said, “Exam tables weren’t meant for basking in post orgasmic glow. My clinic is attached to my house, so I’m going to put up the ‘CLOSED’ sign, and we’ll go relax together in my bed, if that’s OK with you.”

I grinned and said, “Great idea!”

Karen put her lab coat on like a bath robe and dashed to the clinic door. I heard the heavy commercial dead bolt locks turn. And then Karen was back. She took Kasey’s hand and led her into the house. I followed two sets of gently swaying incredibly tight little bottoms into Karen’s house. We went through the living room and into her bedroom. We sprawled out on her king-size bed.

Karen said, “It is too lonely in this big old bed, all by myself. I want you guys to stay with me. It will be a lot of expense and trouble to setup a new commune, or whatever you want to call it. Just stay with me so you don’t have to stress about finding water or installing a sewage system. It’s pretty remote here, and no one is going to go looking for you, anyway. If you stay with me, no one is going to report you, because of all the hoops they had to jump through to get a doctor to move here, so the locals won’t give a damn about how perverted I am.”

Kasey said, “I kind of dived into being Bi with both feet. It was a big, scary deal until we did stuff to each other, then it just felt natural. How do you feel about girls now, Karen?”

Karen giggled and said, “I hope Krys tastes as good as you do. Like you said, it’s my new normal. I’m more worried about us sharing one guy without cat fights.”

I said, “I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to give all of you everything you need.”

Karen said, “They do medical stuff in Korea that might help you be able to take care of your girls the way you want to, Georgie. When Krys comes over, we can talk it over and decide what we think is best for all of us.”

I kept Karen busy cuddling and kissing. I was surprised how quickly she got hot again. She whispered her desires in my ear and shyly begged me to take her. She begged me not to be gentle. She begged me to make her feel she has no choice but to surrender. She begged me to own her and make every part of her body know she was mine.

Kasey went in the bathroom and called the burner phone Krys had, from the cheap, pre-paid phone in her purse.

My first two wives commiserated for a couple minutes about my proclivity for addicting girls to sex and making them willing to share me with sister wives.

Kasey gave Krys the address. Krys checked out of the hotel and walked to Karen’s house to join us.

I was shocked that having Karen softly beg me to screw her again was enough to get me hard, allow me to maintain an erection, and wonder of wonders, shoot another load of hot spunk deep inside her tight, convulsing pussy. She came for me again and again, screaming out her passion as orgasms overwhelmed and consumed her body. Miraculously, my cock stayed hard, and I rode Karen through two of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had the privilege to give a woman.

Karen moaned, “I’m yours for eternity, George. You won’t make me do disgusting things like screw dogs or fuck horses, will you?”

I said, “Honey, the only dick that will ever go in your cute little pussy from this moment on, will be mine.”

Kasey pantomimed giving me a high-five and mouthed, “Mission accomplished!”

In my dazed brain I was processing the data. Karen was a perfect woman, and I had complete ownership of her body, heart, and mind. At my age, she was all the woman I could handle.

Krystal and Kasey were each a perfect woman too, in slightly different ways. In reality Krys and Kasey were a package deal. Their competition for my attention made all this possible. If they hadn’t made the first move, all of us would have continued to suffer from unrequited love.

I needed to accept the fact that as I grew older, I wasn’t going to keep one woman satisfied, let alone three. It was infinitely better for them to eat each other to keep their sexy bodies simmering, not boiling over, driving them to run out to look for another man.

Just then Krys knocked at the door. Karen was passed out, so Kasey got up and let her in.

Krys crossed the room to the bed and punched my shoulder. She said, “You don’t have to turn every pretty girl you meet into a sex addict. AND, What have I told you about playing so roughly and breaking your toys?”

Karen roused enough to say, “I’m not broken. I can go again and definitely cum again if someone wants me.”

I grinned at the sound of three twenty-something women giggling.

Karen said, “That about covers it. I used to be a doctor, now I’m the possession, personal slut, and total sex toy of a man fifty years older than I am. Philippine culture tells me I should hang my head in shame, but I’m unrepentant and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Are you as proud as I am of being woman enough to attract and satisfy a real man?”

Kasey said, “I thought I was going to be Miss Universe, or at the very least, Miss Philippines. Now I’m addicted to sex with a man who is fifty years older than me. Before long, I’ll end up begging him to turn my bikini bod into a baby factory and get too fat to ever wear a bikini again. Karen, what I think is, ‘Who the hell gave THEM authority to tell me how I should act? THEY are damn sure not entitled to tell me how to feel.’ I never thought I’d find a man who was interested in what I had to say, other than the gays in the dance troupe. I’ve exceeded my personal expectations for my love life already, so hell yes I’m proud as the proverbial peacock.”

Krys said, “It all depends on how you look at things, girls! I was going to go to medical school and become a doctor. I didn’t understand men. I was either mad at a man or afraid of one. I was scared of having sex and might have died a virgin.

“George is the first man who cared what I thought and wanted. He cares about making all types of sex, the best it can possibly be for me. I love thinking of him as my man and knowing he wants to give me all the orgasms I can stand.

“My body wants to give him all the sex he can take so I get to cum a ridiculous number of times every day. If that’s being addicted, then I guess I am under the spell of his magic wand. Is that a bad thing? Sisters, have you ever felt so healthy, happy, or as relaxed before?