ban-one
Works for panties
Disclaimer reminder: The girl in this tale (‘Breanne’/’Brea’) is only related to me by a piece of paper, the marriage licence from her father (who fathered ‘Brea’ with the wife he is divorced from) marrying my cousin, who is not Breanne’s biological mother. No incest occurs in this tale, all sexual participants are atleast 18, and beyond that, this is only my fantasy about her. None of the following events occurred outside my imagination. (Click here for Part 3.)
Later that day, me and Brea wandered off from our family to stroll down the beach, me in my swim trunks and T-shirt, and her in her G-string thong, string bikini, and once we were away from our family and at the public beach for the day-trippers and those staying in the park’s hotel/lodge, Brea took my hand in hers. As we strolled the beach holding hands, Brea said to me, “So, I was thinking of ensnaring a slutty little minx for us to share and enjoy. Would you like that?” Confused, I turned to her, asking, “You’re bi?” “I told you I got my sex toys from my girlfriend’s sister.” “Well, we didn’t really have time to discuss it because your parents had arrived and we didn’t wanna get caught, but I thought you just meant a friend who’s a girl.” “No,” she smiled, shaking her head, and said, “See, Karen was a girlfriend that I meant both ways, a friend who was a girl that I shared a mutual bi-curious attraction with, and had my first lesbian experience with, becoming my lover girlfriend. How else did you think I knew?” “Well, you could’ve just been talking sex,” I replied. “Yeah,” she smiled, and said, “We enjoyed it so much, that we became bisexual girlfriends,” smiling. “That’s the best kind of woman,” I commented with a smile. Brea replied, “I’ve heard, and my experience is, that all women are atleast alittle bi-curious.” “Yeah, well, I’ve heard that relationships with bisexual women are the strongest and happiest.” “It’s probably true,” she smiled, “Because we’re more open to things, and combat the urge for either of us to cheat by bringing in another woman for us both to play with for something different.” “Yeah,” I replied, and asked, “So how come you didn’t ensnare a snow bunny for us at Christmas?” Brea replied, “Well, I had been with her not long before leaving on the trip, I didn’t wanna cheat on her with another girl, as we had both agreed to be steady girlfriends and to not have sex with any other girls, with boys not counting as cheating, as both of us are bisexual sluts and still needed a good dicking and dose of sperm now and then, and I hadn’t had a dick or dose of sperm in me in so long, until I had you,” looking at me with a smile. I smiled and Brea continued, “But we broke up, and now I’m on the hunt for another cunt,” smiling. I asked her, “Why’d you two break up?” Brea sighed and said, “It’s actually partly because of you.” Confused, I asked, “Me? What did I do?” “You gave me that incredible orgasm after teasing me so badly. When I got home and we hooked up, along with teaching her how to squirt so we could cum on each other and in each other’s mouths to swallow for the immense satisfaction, I tried it on her, using the strap-on she has to really pound her pussy. As lesbians, we always had long foreplay, but nothing like that, and she was just as aroused and needing to cum as I had been when you did it to me. She came just as hard and long as you made me, but when she tried to return the favor, it wasn’t as good as when you did it, and each time we tried it, it wasn’t as good as that very first time. We broke up because we thought we had lost the magic between us, even though we still loved each other deeply and everything else was just as good. All because I tried that trick on her.” I replied, “It’s because a woman’s mind is her largest sex organ, and the single largest contributor to her arousal. That first time has the advantage of the unknown, suspense, your and her imagination running wild as to what’s coming, and you get built up more easily and quicker. But every time after that, you know what’s coming, so it relaxes you, working against you. So you hafta tease more and longer, and differently, so you don’t know if your partner is trying to build you up so much, and then if you figure it out, when it’ll end, if ever, to get you to that extremely heightened state of arousal.” Brea sighed, “I wish I had known that before we broke up. It could’ve saved our relationship.” “I’m sorry, Brea.” “Oh, it’s okay,” she sighed, “I could’ve texted or e-mailed you.” “Yeah.” “Well, what’s done is done. No sense in crying over spilt cum,” she commented, and asked me with a smile, “So would you like for me to ensnare a slutty little minx for us to share and enjoy?” “Yeah, sure.” “Good,” she smiled, partly in satisfaction and partly seduction, and asked, “So, what do you like in a woman? I like all hair colors, but prefer blondes with big tits, like Karen. You have any preference?” “Well, really I do too,” I replied, “But I like you as a brunette just fine, Brea. You have a beautiful body with perfect tits and a perfect ass. And I really like your highlights, your tattoo, and your naval piercing,” causing Brea to smile and lean over to kiss me. She ceased our kiss, and said with a smile, “Alright, well I’ll go see what I can find.” “Okay,” I replied with a smile, we kissed again, and Brea wandered off.
Brea wandered the beach, eyeing and ogling the women, and made a pass through the women’s beach showers, disrobing to not look out of place with the other nude women rinsing the sand off their glorious naked bodies. Brea found a well-tanned, long-haired blonde about the same height as Brea, in her early twenties with a great figure, a short, thin landing strip of pubic hair, and nice big fake tits in the shower, who spotted her and gave Brea a little smile as she looked her over. Brea returned the smile, went over to the blonde, and said, “You have a very nice body.” “Thank you,” the blonde smiled, “So do you.” “Thanks,” Brea smiled, and said, “I really like your tits. They’re so big, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair quite like them. They’re firm and support themselves nicely when you’re upright like they’re fake, but aren’t tight, hard balloons, and sway and move around when you were bent over like they’re real.” The blonde smiled, “Well, that’s because I had fairly large breasts to begin with, but they were the saggy, floppy kind with alotta skin and not alotta fat to fill them out. I got implants big enough to give them more shape, and to help fill them out, but small enough to leave enough play to seem real. That’s why they seem fake, and seem real, because they’re both. I had the skin for tits like this, just not the fat, so I got silicone instead,” smiling. “Well, they look really nice,” Brea smiled, looking at them. “Thank you,” the blonde smiled, “I like yours too. Plenty big, and nice and perky,” looking at Brea’s. “Yeah,” Brea smiled, looking down at her chest, and looked up her, “Thanks. My name’s Brea.” “Charlotte,” the blonde replied. “You here all by yourself?” “For now,” Charlotte smiled. “You like to have a good time?” “Always,” Charlotte smiled. “How would you like to join me and my man for a good time,” Brea asked with an enticing smile. “My place or yours,” Charlotte asked with an equally enticing smile. “Well, how ‘bout yours? We’re here with our family for a reunion, and we don’t want them to know we’re together.” Charlotte looked at Brea in confusion, who assures her, “We’re not really related. See, my dad and my mom divorced a few years ago, and my dad married my man’s cousin when my man and I were sixteen. We’re just related by my dad and my stepmom’s, my man’s cousin’s, marriage licence.” “Oh, okay,” Charlotte replied. Brea continued, “The way I see it, it’s not any worse than someone getting it on with their brother or sister-in-law, ‘cause it’s the same type of relation. Maybe even better, because there’s no cheating involved, and it’s a more distant relation, through a cousin, instead of the spouse of your brother or sister.” “Yeah,” Charlotte replied, and said, “Yeah, my place will be fine. I’ve got a room in the hotel.” “Well, great,” Brea smiled.
At the lodge/hotel’s beach-side snack and drink bar, at a table over drinks, the girls in their bikinis, Charlotte’s a very skimpy T-back microkini, Brea asked, “So, have either of you done this sorta thing before?” “No,” I replied. Charlotte, ”Well, I’ve had sex with men and women separately, enjoyed both and appreciate the differences, but I’ve thought and fantasized about it. Have you?” “Yeah, actually,” Brea replied, and said, “After me and my girlfriend Karen broke up, I took part in an FFM threeway once as the other girl with a married couple in their late twenties I was babysitting for. I learned from the Missis, who had done this sorta thing a lot with her hubby, that the way to make it work is ground rules, and the most important rule is that the girlfriend or wife cums first from her man, or atleast simultaneously with the other girl, and last from her man, or atleast simultaneously with the other girl, with her man cuming when and where she wants, and to keep everyone happy, the man does something to the girlfriend or wife and then to the other girl. That also applies to us girls. If one does something to the guy, the other must, and we must do equal things to each other, keeping anyone from feeling left out. Afterwards, as the Missis showed me out, discussing if I enjoyed it or not and I told her I enjoyed it very much,” smiling as she remembered, “getting cock and cunt at the same time, she told me that she also likes to simulate MMF threeways by having an FFM threeway, but the other girl wears a strap-on for half the time, and then she does to reciprocate. And her hubby has absolutely no problem with it because it’s just a dildo, and it’s hot watching another girl fuck his girl with a big fake penis, and his girl fuck another. She then told me they had so much fun with me, that maybe we could do it again sometime and simulate the MMF threeway. I told her I liked the idea, and a few weeks later, we did and it was amazing,” smiling. Brea continued, “Now as part of the ground rules, we need to set limits to what we’re comfortable with, so no one goes too far or does something someone doesn’t like, which includes me as the girlfriend saying what I don’t want you and my baby doing together, because this is supposed to be enjoyable for all of us. Now, I’m up for anything, I know my baby is too,” looking at me with a smile, causing me to smile back, and she turned to Charlotte, “and I’m perfectly fine with the two of you doing anything. How ‘bout you, Charlotte?” “Yeah, I’m up for anything too,” Charlotte smiled, “Nasty dirty talk, rough, passionate sex, anal, deep-throating, taking cum any and everywhere.” “Good,” Brea smiled in satisfaction.
Later that day, me and Brea wandered off from our family to stroll down the beach, me in my swim trunks and T-shirt, and her in her G-string thong, string bikini, and once we were away from our family and at the public beach for the day-trippers and those staying in the park’s hotel/lodge, Brea took my hand in hers. As we strolled the beach holding hands, Brea said to me, “So, I was thinking of ensnaring a slutty little minx for us to share and enjoy. Would you like that?” Confused, I turned to her, asking, “You’re bi?” “I told you I got my sex toys from my girlfriend’s sister.” “Well, we didn’t really have time to discuss it because your parents had arrived and we didn’t wanna get caught, but I thought you just meant a friend who’s a girl.” “No,” she smiled, shaking her head, and said, “See, Karen was a girlfriend that I meant both ways, a friend who was a girl that I shared a mutual bi-curious attraction with, and had my first lesbian experience with, becoming my lover girlfriend. How else did you think I knew?” “Well, you could’ve just been talking sex,” I replied. “Yeah,” she smiled, and said, “We enjoyed it so much, that we became bisexual girlfriends,” smiling. “That’s the best kind of woman,” I commented with a smile. Brea replied, “I’ve heard, and my experience is, that all women are atleast alittle bi-curious.” “Yeah, well, I’ve heard that relationships with bisexual women are the strongest and happiest.” “It’s probably true,” she smiled, “Because we’re more open to things, and combat the urge for either of us to cheat by bringing in another woman for us both to play with for something different.” “Yeah,” I replied, and asked, “So how come you didn’t ensnare a snow bunny for us at Christmas?” Brea replied, “Well, I had been with her not long before leaving on the trip, I didn’t wanna cheat on her with another girl, as we had both agreed to be steady girlfriends and to not have sex with any other girls, with boys not counting as cheating, as both of us are bisexual sluts and still needed a good dicking and dose of sperm now and then, and I hadn’t had a dick or dose of sperm in me in so long, until I had you,” looking at me with a smile. I smiled and Brea continued, “But we broke up, and now I’m on the hunt for another cunt,” smiling. I asked her, “Why’d you two break up?” Brea sighed and said, “It’s actually partly because of you.” Confused, I asked, “Me? What did I do?” “You gave me that incredible orgasm after teasing me so badly. When I got home and we hooked up, along with teaching her how to squirt so we could cum on each other and in each other’s mouths to swallow for the immense satisfaction, I tried it on her, using the strap-on she has to really pound her pussy. As lesbians, we always had long foreplay, but nothing like that, and she was just as aroused and needing to cum as I had been when you did it to me. She came just as hard and long as you made me, but when she tried to return the favor, it wasn’t as good as when you did it, and each time we tried it, it wasn’t as good as that very first time. We broke up because we thought we had lost the magic between us, even though we still loved each other deeply and everything else was just as good. All because I tried that trick on her.” I replied, “It’s because a woman’s mind is her largest sex organ, and the single largest contributor to her arousal. That first time has the advantage of the unknown, suspense, your and her imagination running wild as to what’s coming, and you get built up more easily and quicker. But every time after that, you know what’s coming, so it relaxes you, working against you. So you hafta tease more and longer, and differently, so you don’t know if your partner is trying to build you up so much, and then if you figure it out, when it’ll end, if ever, to get you to that extremely heightened state of arousal.” Brea sighed, “I wish I had known that before we broke up. It could’ve saved our relationship.” “I’m sorry, Brea.” “Oh, it’s okay,” she sighed, “I could’ve texted or e-mailed you.” “Yeah.” “Well, what’s done is done. No sense in crying over spilt cum,” she commented, and asked me with a smile, “So would you like for me to ensnare a slutty little minx for us to share and enjoy?” “Yeah, sure.” “Good,” she smiled, partly in satisfaction and partly seduction, and asked, “So, what do you like in a woman? I like all hair colors, but prefer blondes with big tits, like Karen. You have any preference?” “Well, really I do too,” I replied, “But I like you as a brunette just fine, Brea. You have a beautiful body with perfect tits and a perfect ass. And I really like your highlights, your tattoo, and your naval piercing,” causing Brea to smile and lean over to kiss me. She ceased our kiss, and said with a smile, “Alright, well I’ll go see what I can find.” “Okay,” I replied with a smile, we kissed again, and Brea wandered off.
Brea wandered the beach, eyeing and ogling the women, and made a pass through the women’s beach showers, disrobing to not look out of place with the other nude women rinsing the sand off their glorious naked bodies. Brea found a well-tanned, long-haired blonde about the same height as Brea, in her early twenties with a great figure, a short, thin landing strip of pubic hair, and nice big fake tits in the shower, who spotted her and gave Brea a little smile as she looked her over. Brea returned the smile, went over to the blonde, and said, “You have a very nice body.” “Thank you,” the blonde smiled, “So do you.” “Thanks,” Brea smiled, and said, “I really like your tits. They’re so big, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pair quite like them. They’re firm and support themselves nicely when you’re upright like they’re fake, but aren’t tight, hard balloons, and sway and move around when you were bent over like they’re real.” The blonde smiled, “Well, that’s because I had fairly large breasts to begin with, but they were the saggy, floppy kind with alotta skin and not alotta fat to fill them out. I got implants big enough to give them more shape, and to help fill them out, but small enough to leave enough play to seem real. That’s why they seem fake, and seem real, because they’re both. I had the skin for tits like this, just not the fat, so I got silicone instead,” smiling. “Well, they look really nice,” Brea smiled, looking at them. “Thank you,” the blonde smiled, “I like yours too. Plenty big, and nice and perky,” looking at Brea’s. “Yeah,” Brea smiled, looking down at her chest, and looked up her, “Thanks. My name’s Brea.” “Charlotte,” the blonde replied. “You here all by yourself?” “For now,” Charlotte smiled. “You like to have a good time?” “Always,” Charlotte smiled. “How would you like to join me and my man for a good time,” Brea asked with an enticing smile. “My place or yours,” Charlotte asked with an equally enticing smile. “Well, how ‘bout yours? We’re here with our family for a reunion, and we don’t want them to know we’re together.” Charlotte looked at Brea in confusion, who assures her, “We’re not really related. See, my dad and my mom divorced a few years ago, and my dad married my man’s cousin when my man and I were sixteen. We’re just related by my dad and my stepmom’s, my man’s cousin’s, marriage licence.” “Oh, okay,” Charlotte replied. Brea continued, “The way I see it, it’s not any worse than someone getting it on with their brother or sister-in-law, ‘cause it’s the same type of relation. Maybe even better, because there’s no cheating involved, and it’s a more distant relation, through a cousin, instead of the spouse of your brother or sister.” “Yeah,” Charlotte replied, and said, “Yeah, my place will be fine. I’ve got a room in the hotel.” “Well, great,” Brea smiled.
At the lodge/hotel’s beach-side snack and drink bar, at a table over drinks, the girls in their bikinis, Charlotte’s a very skimpy T-back microkini, Brea asked, “So, have either of you done this sorta thing before?” “No,” I replied. Charlotte, ”Well, I’ve had sex with men and women separately, enjoyed both and appreciate the differences, but I’ve thought and fantasized about it. Have you?” “Yeah, actually,” Brea replied, and said, “After me and my girlfriend Karen broke up, I took part in an FFM threeway once as the other girl with a married couple in their late twenties I was babysitting for. I learned from the Missis, who had done this sorta thing a lot with her hubby, that the way to make it work is ground rules, and the most important rule is that the girlfriend or wife cums first from her man, or atleast simultaneously with the other girl, and last from her man, or atleast simultaneously with the other girl, with her man cuming when and where she wants, and to keep everyone happy, the man does something to the girlfriend or wife and then to the other girl. That also applies to us girls. If one does something to the guy, the other must, and we must do equal things to each other, keeping anyone from feeling left out. Afterwards, as the Missis showed me out, discussing if I enjoyed it or not and I told her I enjoyed it very much,” smiling as she remembered, “getting cock and cunt at the same time, she told me that she also likes to simulate MMF threeways by having an FFM threeway, but the other girl wears a strap-on for half the time, and then she does to reciprocate. And her hubby has absolutely no problem with it because it’s just a dildo, and it’s hot watching another girl fuck his girl with a big fake penis, and his girl fuck another. She then told me they had so much fun with me, that maybe we could do it again sometime and simulate the MMF threeway. I told her I liked the idea, and a few weeks later, we did and it was amazing,” smiling. Brea continued, “Now as part of the ground rules, we need to set limits to what we’re comfortable with, so no one goes too far or does something someone doesn’t like, which includes me as the girlfriend saying what I don’t want you and my baby doing together, because this is supposed to be enjoyable for all of us. Now, I’m up for anything, I know my baby is too,” looking at me with a smile, causing me to smile back, and she turned to Charlotte, “and I’m perfectly fine with the two of you doing anything. How ‘bout you, Charlotte?” “Yeah, I’m up for anything too,” Charlotte smiled, “Nasty dirty talk, rough, passionate sex, anal, deep-throating, taking cum any and everywhere.” “Good,” Brea smiled in satisfaction.