Not sure where this story is going.

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Family links.

My wife and I are very open in our relationship I am bisexual whereas my wife is a lesbian who has a fantastic sense of a woman who would be open to getting between the sheets with her even if she is with a man.

I would not call her a flirt or anything that would say she fucks about because when she does pick up an attached woman, I normally end up with the husband or boyfriend as a fuck buddy for myself. So it’s a great way to get a cock between my legs so who is complaining?

Now we have two adopted daughters Ani who is 24 years old and has a fantastic figure that makes anyone want to fuck her, male or female. Ani has a live-in girlfriend called Hazel 28, she is short, slim, and small-chested like me but again no one in their right mind would kick her out of bed on a cold night. Her sex drive is far stronger than anyone I have ever known and that includes me, and I love to fuck.

Our younger daughter is Kat she is now 19 she is bisexual and has a girlfriend called Pepper, who is also bisexual. I mentioned this because they have a perfect relationship that started in the last years of school. (Before the age police get involved my Daughter and everyone else in this story is 18 or over and all sexual encounters were consensual.)

I am thinking of linking it into the story in the second post but not sure how and how long it would take to do this? Any ideas?

 

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Keep it in the family. The Teacher.

This story is about a guy called Ben. I met him during COVID, and for a while, he was my resident fuck toy; to be honest, he was a great fuck; he was 62 when I met him, but he was very attractive, looking a lot younger than his actual years. This story is based on facts that were told to and shown to me and involves Ben, his grandmother, his sisters, and his mother's twin sister, plus a few other women who made fleeting appearances in his bed for some reason or another.

It apparently started when he came of age. Ben had quite a few girlfriends while growing up, including a French exchange teacher at his school. It was his last year at school, and he had made it to 18. He told me that he was still a virgin when he was set to leave school, but this changed shortly after he met Ms. Leana Dupont. She was 24 years old, about 5'3 in height with small breasts B cup but an hourglass figure with 35-24-33 blonde hair that shaped her face into a classic beauty without the use of too much make-up, or so he said.

How do I know this, I hear you ask? Well, Ben had a log of all his female conquests that included photos and drawings of them naked and dressed, details of their size and age at the time of their affairs, along with sexual preferences and what they did together and where. I must admit that at first, I found it very creepy, but as I got to know Ben better, he said it was his way of keeping their memory alive and not for any nefarious reason, and I believe that to be true, so I agreed that he could add me to his little black book.

Anyway, I digress. Leana Dupont apparently came to live with Ben's family as they owned a large house that had a separate annexe that was at one time the stables for the main building, but now it was a self-contained studio apartment that opened up onto their back garden. Ben told me that he was swimming in their pool when he first noticed her and did not know at the time she was to become his teacher in so many ways. She was wearing a large open shirt with a triangle bikini that hung to her small, curved body to perfection. His words, not mine, came over to the pool, asking him if she may join him. He of course said yes, and what a hot-blooded 18-year-old wouldn't.

She dropped her shirt at the edge of the pool, showing off her peach-colored bikini, then slowly walked down the corner steps into the water and didn't seem to care that her bikini turned transparent as soon as it got wet, allowing Ben full view of her hidden pleasures of this French beauty that were now only hidden by the ripples of the water. She swam a few lengths before she challenged Ben to a race. At first Ben declined, but as she swam up and down, his mind started to think of ways to make this work in his favor.

"Ok, if I win, what do I get? Asked Ben, somewhat stumbling over his words.

Leana stopped swimming, asking what he wanted. Ben thought for a while then spurted out that he wanted to see her naked, to which she laughed. Asking what she got when she won. “I will take you out for dinner.” He said, hoping that it would end up with the same result at the end of the evening.

They set the rules for the race and decided that it would be fair to have a mixed-stroke race of freestyle and breaststroke of two lengths in each discipline, and it would be two out of three races with each of them calling the start. Leana added that the winner of each heat would be kissed by the loser. This concept confused Ben as he assumed it would be the same regardless of who won, admitting to his naivety.

The pair joked as they set up the first race. Leana called the start and set off so fast that it was not until she was halfway down the pool that he set off. However, his strength meant that by the first turn, he had caught up, and they were neck and neck as they started the breaststroke. Lenea’s slim figure functioned far better in this discipline, and she took the lead easily, winning standing at the shallow end of the pool as he took his last two strokes.

“You cheated!” Ben said he was half joking but admitted defeat, then pecked Leanea on the cheek while they got their breath back.

“Your call this time.” Said Lenea. Ben said that it was to be breaststroke first, hoping his strength in freestyle would make up for his lack of fitness in the breaststroke. Lenea agreed, and they set up to start the second race.

“Ready, Set, Go!” shouted Ben, and Lenea set off just as fast as before, turning first and starting the freestyle at least two strokes in front of him. He made the turn and soon powered past Lenea, finishing just in front of her, but it was very close.

“Well done, Ben. I thought I had that won,” said Lenea, putting her arms around his neck and giving him a full mouth-on-mouth French kiss that made his cock stand to attention as her body pushed against his.

Lenea stepped away from Ben in the knowledge of the impact she had just made on Ben before she even looked, saying it was her turn to call the race start. Ben just agreed, still wondering just how he was going to hide his 8-inch boner from this young lady. Not realizing he did not need to.

“This time, to make it fair, we go first breaststroke to end, then freestyle back, then breaststroke, and last freestyle. Ok?” Lenea said, standing close to Ben, that her hip brushed his hard cock as she turned to start the race.

“Come on, Ben, ready, set, go.” Again, she was away very quickly, Ben only catching her up on the second turn; they were neck and neck at the end of the third length, but then Ben noticed that Lenea’s bikini had come untied and was floating in front of him, putting him completely out of his stroke, and Lenea was at the finish line, jumping up and down naked as the day she was born. With Ben holding the two pieces of cloth in his hand,. “Did you lose something?”

"Oh, so I did. Thank you; you are so kind.” standing naked in the pool shallows, waiting for him to give his Victor the kiss she had won. Lenea didn't bother putting her bikini back on but just said I am going to take a shower, asking if he would like to join her. As she bent over to pick her shirt up, allowing him a full look at her sexual treasures.

Lenea walked away towards her apartment, and Ben was unsure of what to do. Should he follow her or not? Ben waited, watching Leneas arse moving side to side; he could not resist giving his cock a few strokes before getting out of the pool and following Lenea like a puppy dog following his mistress, hoping for a treat for being good.