Nancy, chapter 3

Chapter 3, Experiments, Kiwi Style



Chuck stayed a blissful two weeks depositing money into my account before departing for San Jose to tie up matters there. He had some things to do on the house he was building there.




He returned with me feeling it was the longest two weeks of my life. I will not bore you with the details of how I met him naked at the door and attacked him as he walked in the door. Teach him to leave a woman with a hot pussy alone. At least I did not fuck the water delivery guy. I do have some control.

In late November, Chuck and I were married in a simple civil service in the presence of my family. I had been married and was no virgin to wear white. Plus, we knew I was well over a month late with my period but we said nothing to my mother and the girls.

When we chatted on line, I had shown him a transparent black dress that clung to the body. The model wore it nude. I wanted to wear it to be married. He insisted I wear black lingerie under it rather than go naked as did the model. I would have worn a black shelf bra but he said that was sexy as hell but suggested it should not happen. He suggested I wear a more concealing one, I struck a compromise. The non-conservative black see-through dress, not-too-conservative black bra that showed my small cleavage nearly to my nipples, a garter belt, seamed stockings, and thong under the dress. Suggestive, but not giving the show away. Slutty but not whorish. That was my dress for the service.

He gave each of the girls a string of matching white pearls as a wedding gift. I received a longer set that could double around my neck which looked wonderful with the black dress. My mother got a string of black pearls with red coral balls the same size as the black ones. The ceremony was simple. The social afterward was typical family fare, you know, where the pregnant bride wears a transparent black gown with revealing black lingerie under it leaving little to the imagination.

For the voyage, he bought my mother, Gina, and I the Wicked Weasel bikinis. Mother got a white one to complement her tan. Jillian’s was red, mine was the purple color. He said something about my being his royal queen and purple was reserved for royalty.

Two days after Jillian graduated and recovered from her graduation party, we started the long flight west. After we checked if for the flight, Chuck gave my mother, Gina, and I matching cordless vibrators that we could insert with each working with Bluetooth remotes. He showed us how to manually turn them on and off and how to control the speed with the button on the surface. He “forgot” to warn my mother about the remote; she learned about it when he turned it on surprising her.

At his suggestion, I slipped mine inside my pussy before boarding the first class cabin on the Quantas jet. A nice cocktail was served before take off followed by a decent meal once we were at cruising altitude. The sun was settling as we passed over the Pacific coast leaving Chile behind us as we headed to New Zealand where we would visit friends of Chucks before our flight to Nani, Fiji. I slept fairly well. First class is wonderful. Especially with the vibrator stimulating me from time to time.


The Kiwis, Pete and his wife, Jillian, were wonderful hosts. They met us at the Christ Church airport and treated us like life-long friends. Chuck had met Pete, a shorter and handsome man in his late 50s, on a trip they made together with others driving a collection of restored vehicles that crossed the interior of the United States. Chuck went to New Zealand to do a similar one on a north to south version that visited both islands riding in restored military jeeps. He met Jillian then.

Jillian, a cute woman around my age, spoke fluent Spanish with a peculiar but cute New Zealand accent. She drove a newer model jeep in which she transported Gina and my mother from the airport on a scenic drive to their lovely home. Pete drove Chuck and I allowing me to sit in the front to listen to Pete describe the places i saw. Chuck sat behind me torturing me with the vibrator he made pulse inside me taking me to the sexual edge then turning it off.

After several hours, we arrived at a beautiful home and were shown to our guest rooms. Gina and mother shared one with a pair of matching twin beds. Chuck and I got one with an antique poster bed. Jillian said Pete called it ‘the fertility bed’ because his grandmother, mother, and he were conceived in it. Jillian invited us to refresh our selves for a bit then change into bathing suits for a meal by the pool.

Bathing suits? I had not thought about that. “But Gina’s and mother’s bathing suits are not for public viewing.”

Jillian laughed, “Then they come naked and we will skinny dip.”

She turned and walked out to the hall closing our door for privacy. We shared a Jack and Jill bathroom with my mother and Gina. Chuck pulled me into his arms for a deep kiss as I heard Gina tell my mom she was taking a shower. We would let them shower giving us some time to ourselves. Eighteen hours of flight, a long ride, the vibe taking me to the edge, I was ready to explode.

Chuck turned me around, gently pushed me over, pulled my panties down and tongued the crack of my ass leaving the vibrator inside me. It was U-shaped with part laying against the front of my pubic area touching my clit. The other part rested against the front inside part of my pussy. The control buttons were on the front part- sort of easy to control.

“I am going to take your ass.”

I felt his tongue on me pushing in my asls. It felt so good. I loved anal and it was the only place I had allowed lovers to cum in me without a condom. To Chuck, this was an unknown territory of my.body for him to explore and enjoy. For me, it would be the first time I would take a man with that length and thickness. I wanted to please him and I trembled with excitement.

I felt him gently push a wet finger in me. I pushed on him to show I was receptive. I reached behind with both hands to pull my muscular ass cheeks apart and to feel him pull out to insert two wet fingers. Again I pushed against him relaxing my muscle. I had the remote and started a gentle buzz to add to the effect he had on my body. Now, it was three fingers and I wanted more. He stood up.

I was so ready. He slid in easily giving me his full length. I stretched naturally to accommodate his cock before feeling like I was constructing internally as though I was enveloping his cock, smothering it, gripping it. In short order, I felt him humping me rapidly, like a ********s a bitch in heat. I was in heat. I turned the vibe on full and screamed with the orgasm.

My mother must have heard me and opened the door in alarm. Our eyes knowingly met in silent recognition as to the reason for my outburst. Chuck grunted while he fucked me and I grunted in response. Then he drained his nuts in my ass. It was a fast fuck. She smiled at us, turned, and closed the door behind her.

I needed that fuck. It was perfect even without foreplay.

I pulled the vibe out of me, stepped out of my dress, and walked into our side of the bathroom to clean up before I made a mess. Chuck joined me. I heard the shower stop in the bathing area and heard mother say through the door they were through with it.

Chuck and I showered washing each other. It was our first shower together. We had seen each other naked many times but lust had clouded my vision each time. Now, up close, I could see the scars from past injuries including the vehicular accident he had in early 2020 that required emergency surgery on his back and hip. The scars marked this man’s body and I traced them with my finger tip. Some were barely visible. Other scars had a ridge of thickened tissue. I imagined the physical pain he endured. Some scars were not visible, like the scars formed by the early deaths of loved ones and the deaths of his men in combat. I imagined his strength and gentle nature were the healing agents and products of those wounds. He was like a big teddy bear.

As he washed my breasts, I could feel the changes the hormones were making in response to his sucking my nipples and what I hoped was from pregnancy. I loved the feeling. I love having my nipples sucked and he was good at at it. He seemed to have a good latch and the idea of an adult nursing relationship was stimulating. I wanted to re-experience the fullness pregnancy and lactation will bring me. I wanted to feel life moving inside my body.

We rinsed and toweled off. I put on my skimpy white bikini that left much to the imagination while Chuck wrapped his traditional Samoan lavalava around his waist tying the ends in a simple ****. Men across the Pacific wear similar cloth skirts.

I slipped on a cover up and we headed out to join Pete and Jillian. Her bathing suit was stunning. Two small pale blue cloth triangles on strings barely contained her full breasts and a similar triangle on a set of strings served as her bottom. I doubt there was enough cloth to make a decent lady’s handkerchief. She looked sexy and I found her desirable. Pete wore a tight speedo that enhanced his male package.

Even though I had just been sexually serviced, I was getting horny.

We engaged in small talk a bit then were joined by Gina and my mother. Their coverups were sheer doing little to cover them up. Jillian motioned to me to assist her with lunch and Pete escorted Chuck and the others to the pool.

“I know you and Chuck are sexually liberated because he told us in an email. But what about your mother and Gina?”

I assured her that my mother was the most liberal member of my family. She went to nudist beaches and was no sexual prude. I explained that Gina had been sexually active for years. Without going into details, I told her my daughter had walked in on me while having sex several times and was an adult capable of making her own sexual decisions. If sex was what Gina wanted, she was capable of dealing with it, including saying ‘no’.

We each grabbed a tray of food and carried it out to the pool. Chilled wine and beer sat in a ice tub. Jillian’s ample nipples clearly showed pushing against the thin triangular fabric top. Not a hint of hair poked out from her bottom. A single string ran in the crack of her ass cheeks connecting the small triangle over her pubic area to the string around her waist. We three generations of Argentinian women removed our wraps. Female pheromones filled the air as did the musky smell of aroused men.

My mother was perhaps the most stunning with the contrast of her tan showing through the white netting that served as her bathing suit. Her full, dark nipples that fed six babies poked through the net’s openings. Her labia were obvious in the unlined bottom. She knew it! My Gina was equally appealing in a different way. She did not have my mother’s wide hips but was more slender, tighter. While mother’s boobs had that mature full volume and sag from cycles of pregnancy and nursing, my daughter had those gravity-defying breasts of youth. Her nipples were visible through her suit as was her bare pubic mound.

Pete tried to act like a gentleman by not starring at us. But, he is human. I saw my mother and daughter looking at his package. I know he checked them both out causing my mother to smile, no, grin- from ear to ear. Pete was obvious in his growing excitement and there were four approving women present. Chuck, with the skirt-like cloth wrapped and tied at his waist, was not as obvious.

We ate delicious fresh fruit, local cheeses, petit sandwiches, and enjoyed cold beer, wine or water infused with orange and lime slices. Dead soldiers, the empty beer bottles, gathered in silent testimony as to the quantity of beer that resulted in the devolution of the conversation- tongues loosened from the effects of the alcohol. Comments and jokes became more sexual. Mother could not follow Chuck and Pete’s English and Pete spoke no Spanish. Pete’s wife alternated between English which I understood and Spanish telling mother Peter said she was as beautiful as she was desirable.

Pete stood up and walked to a cabinet and pulled a bottle of good single malt scotch and a tray of glasses which he brought to the table. He looked at me, at my daughter and then at me with a quizzed look. I got the hint.

“Pete, we are all adult women.”

He sat the tray down, unstopped the single malt scotch, poured glasses handing one to his wife followed by me, my daughter and my mother who took it from his hand purposely touching his hand with her fingertips in a suggestive manner. He handed a glass to Chuck then took his asking us to stand for a toast.

“Here is to good scotch and sexy women.” I added, “and to the men who lust after them.”

We clinked our glasses and swallowed.

Mother downed hers! I had been watching her rub her legs together as she stimulated herself. I thought about the lubricating effects alcohol had on loosening inhibitions and wondered who would act first.

During the pandemic, we had explored and pleased each other’s bodies so I knew what her pussy and clit were feeling.

It was Pete’s wife who said the sun, alcohol and talk made her hot. She went to Gina and took her to the pool untiring the string that held the triangles of cloth covering her breasts before walking into the water. Music had been playing from speakers disguised as stones. Using a remote, Pete increased the volume and gestured to mother to dance with him. It had a bit of a Latin beat and she moved her body sensuously. We Latin women know how to entice men through dance and she had decades of successful experience. Chuck and I joined them.

I looked toward the pool. It was hard to tell which woman was seducing the other. The bottom part of Jillian’ suit was laying on the decking and Gina had both pieces of hers laying beside it as they talked. The music slowed. Pete took mother in his arms and they ground their crotches dry humping each other. No words were needed. They spoke with their bodies.

I reached behind my back and unfastened my top then loosened the **** binding the ends of Chuck’s cloth skirt as he removed my top and pulled down my bottom. We danced watching mother release Pete’s cock from the speedo while Pete played with her breasts. By then, Chuck and I were dancing behind them. Pete pulled mother’s top off with no resistance. She took one side of Peter’s speedo and I took the other and together, we pulled it off. Mother and I were naked. So were Chuck and Peter.

Pete had large balls that sat in a pouch like a small bull..

They were in contrast to Chuck’s that were held in a tight bag close to his body. Peter has a thick cock but was of average length while Chuck was half again longer and somewhat thinner. Pete had his foreskin, Chuck did not. Chuck will give me babies and pleasure. Pete? Only pleasure. I hoped my condoms would fit over him if it went that far. Otherwise it will be only oral or anal. I knew he would be tight, if it went that far. But, there were four women and just two men and female hormones filled the air.

I looked at the Gina and Jillian. Gina was sitting on the edge of the pool and leaning back supported by her arms. Her legs were parted and Jillian was obviously enjoying giving oral. I wondered if Gina was experiencing her first female besides what we did months ago. It certainly will open twice the number of doors of sexual opportunity. By then, my mother was on her back legs in the air with Pete eating her bare, mature pussy. He lifted up and asked her if he needed a condom. Of course she did not understand him. He looked at me and as I was saying no, she made it clear what she wanted, condom not necessary.

This was another first, one of many to come.

I watched my mother do what she had actually talked about over glasses of wine. She fucked Pete. It was less his doing her and more of her grinding up to force his cock in her pussy. Here was a 62 year old woman fucking like she was 22. No wonder she got pregnant at 48 to deliver sibling number six at age 49.



My daughter was being licked, my mother fucked, and I was watching. I was in my 56th day since my last period. I had been as consistent as the moon, as regular as the tides.

Happy? An understatement!

Horny? An understatement.

Pushing boundaries, exploring the taboo. Certainly!

Then I heard Pete grunt as he unloaded in my mother’s hungry pussy. Or, was it a cunt? She had been calling herself all sorts of nasty names in Spanish, none of which he understood. She told him to use her hard. He had just hammered her and she had pushed her pussy back on him. Her comments spurred him to fuck her hard and she fucked him back in kind. I had the desire to lay under her and lick her as he fucked her. I did not, it was that damn boundary issue...

Then, it hit me. Chuck’s goal was to make love to me to get me pregnant saving his sperm for that purpose. Would he change once we knew I was pregnant? We spoke about my having sex with other men. We agreed it would be fun but that what I did would be up to him. I said it was also up to him if I were to require condoms or not. His response was the choice had to be mine because it was my body, We compromised agreeing we would jointly decide. He said he was not that interested in fucking other women. I thought to myself, ‘we’ll see’.

The two ladies had left the pool and were on a pallet in a 69 position. Chuck took my hand and led me over to join them. Peter and mother came over as well. Peter’s wife went down on mother’s pussy causing her to moan and Chuck licked Jillian from the rear. I started licking Peter’s peter as he went down in my Gina. I tasted my mother, a first for me. I tasted Peter as well, another first.

Well, not my real first time of tasting a Peter, just Peter’s peter. Just clearing that up.

Gina was being eaten by a man who could have been her grandfather but he went at it with youthful energy. She held his head and humped his face. Between her response and my sucking his cock, he started to grow hard. Gina quivered with an orgasm. Then she shook. I was turned on to say the least. Then Gina asked Peter to fuck her in rapid Spanish but he had no clue what she was saying. In a way, I wanted him too.

I solved it by telling Gina to get on her hands and knees facing Chuck and the two women. I got beside her telling Peter to take turns doing us but to not cum in me. He mounted me entering with a single hard push. I reached under myself to rub my clit. After several minutes, he pulled out, got behind Gina, and punched his way into her and began his rutting. I rubbed her clit to increase her pleasure while she was fucked. She did the same for me. The exchange went back and forth.

Chuck had moved to his back and Jillian sat on his face while my mother went down on Chuck. Jillian climaxed easily. Mother took nearly his entire cock in her mouth and throat while looking at me. By then, Peter was behind Gina holding her by the waist, and fucking her with Gina pushing against his thrusts. Chuck erupted in mother’s mouth. I know because she opened her mouth to show me before swallowing. Peter’s wife moved to kiss mother on the mouth. Peter pulled out and I saw my daughter’s cream pie- her first since changing from condoms for birth control.

“I was right, it is better without a condom.”

Mother and Gina enjoyed the sexual adventure of fucking a guy and being gifted with with creampies. Jillian and I were not as fortunate. No whining, just desire. Personally, I wondered what was in Chuck’s mind.

Gina lay back and fingered herself to another orgasm. Peter’s cum slowly seeped from her freshly fucked pussy and made squishy noises as her fingers whipped it into a spermy froth. It was erotic as hell- a smooth, youthful, bare pubic mound glistening with moisture. Jillian could not stand it and got down between Gina’s legs and began to tongue her. Gina moaned, groaned, wiggled, grabbed Jillian’s head and humped her mouth. Jillian groaned as her proud ass moved with the actions of the head she was giving Gina. I wanted to taste Gina but found myself unable to push beyond that final boundary.

It was not exactly a matter of settling for something less, just something different- I got behind Jillian and started licking her. It was the taste of an excited pussy, tangy, tasty, heady. My nose buried in her brown rosebud and my tongue lapped from her clit to her ass hole. I pulled back to breathe before returning my tongue. From time to time, I licked just her asshole, then her taint- that tissue that taint pussy, taint asshole. I wanted to bring her to climax. It was easy because Gina set her on fire.

It was too much for Chuck as I felt him get behind me. I could not get more pregnant but it was like we both needed him to try. Again.



There was no foreplay. His little bitch was in heat and needed to mate. The stud came up behind her as she stood proud offering him the opportunity to mount her. He did- thrusting a few times blindly before finding the right place and angle before tapping into the deep entry. Then came the frantic humping followed by the spirting of cum into me. I did not need to cum, I needed him to.

It felt it hot and satisfying. I am a good bitch. Perhaps he will give a collar to me.

Peter’s peter came back to life and he took my place behind Jillian to give her the same treatment I had received. Chuck got on one side and I the other to play with her glorious breasts as they moved with Peter’s thrusts. I felt Chuck’s cum beginning to run down my upper thigh only to feel a tongue on me. Gina was in front, Jillian to my left. My mother was at work, and it felt good.

Two guys took care of four women and the women took care of each other.

Kiwi fruit is delicious!