A Scandalous and Memorable Birthday Present II

My name is Rakel Sotelo, and I have such an amazing boyfriend. His name is Peter Hamilton; he is an archaeologist and a war veteran of both Iraq and Afghanistan. I know this is not very relevant, but I wanted to let you know, my dear reader.

In intimacy, Peter is very kind to me, especially when we have sex. Every night he holds me tenderly. His kisses are very sweet, his caresses are slow and wonderful, and I remember every orgasm of every single night.

 I also have a stepsister, Margoth Estevez, and she became my lover. And Peter’s lover too. It all started when we had a threesome on her birthday.

We are now in what they call a polyamorous relationship.

This anecdote took place in 2010, one week after our first threesome. I noticed Margoth was very distant, so I decided to talk to her privately.

That night, Margoth and I went to the bathtub.

‘Come, Margoth. Let’s talk.’

‘Okay, Rakel.’

We were both naked, and Margoth leaned on me while I gently stroked her sweet, arousing curly hair; I even took the time to smell it. Sorry, my dear reader, that simply aroused me.

I was only attracted to certain types of women, but Margoth was one of them.

‘Are you okay, Margoth?’ I asked her, ‘You have been tense these days.’

Margoth sighed.

‘Sorry, Rakel. I am a bit confused.’

‘Confused. Why?’

Then Margoth held my hand.

‘It’s just that… I wonder if it’s okay for me to be your lover?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Please. Don’t get me wrong.’ Margoth continued. ‘I am so in love with you guys, but… I’m worried about the future. I mean. What will happen to me in five years? Ten years. What will I do for a living? Where are we going to live?’

Those words really perplexed me.

‘You are a dancer.’ I said.

‘Yes, but…’

‘That is not like you.’ I almost laughed. ‘You tend to be more relaxed, not thinking long-term, or the short-term either.’

Margoth sighed.

‘I can’t help it.’ She said, ‘I don’t want to screw up. To hurt you or to hurt Peter. I love you both so much. I could even die for you. I am sure you understand.’

I smiled.

‘Yes, Margoth.’ I said, ‘I do. Let me share with you some advice that Peter gave me months ago, one that I try to follow every single day.’

‘Which advice?’

And soon my heart trembled, for I could feel her skin and her heartbeats tickling me.

‘Take your time.’ I finally said, ‘When something big happens in your life, let it unfold on its own and enjoy it. Sometimes, time is what gives you the answer, because that answer is the one that actually looks for you. Understand?’

Margoth kept quiet for a minute, and then she looked at me in the eyes.

‘I think so, Rakel.’

‘We have all the time in the world.’ I continued, ‘For now, enjoy this as much as you can.’

Then, the body of Margoth felt lighter, warmer, and cuter as her braids rested on my chest.

‘I’ll try, Rakel. Thank you! You are my awesome big sister.’

‘Just your sister.’

Shortly after, it was easier to enjoy ourselves. I thought Margoth fell asleep, but then…

‘Rakel… Can I wash your body?’

‘Sure!’

We switched places, and Margoth washed my body.

Then, to my surprise, Margoth placed her hands on my boobs, gently massaging them as I relaxed. But later, she tweaked my nipples, making me moan in such a lascivious fashion and provoking some irresistible goosebumps.

‘Rakel… Your boobs are so soft.’ She said mischievously, ‘And is your skin silkier when it's wet?’

‘What? No!!!’ I denied.

However, she continued groping me, arousing me and engulfing me in a strange sea of pleasure that teased every one of my nerves. Soon, her fingers went into my pussy, sometimes moving slowly, other times moving fast. It was too much. Not only did Margoth keep teasing my nipples with her right hand and almost made me cum with her left hand, but she also nibbled my ear and my neck.

‘Does it feel good, Rakel?’ Margoth goaded.

‘Ye.. Yes…’

However, she abruptly stopped. I turned around and sat on the bathtub. And without any hesitation, her tongue licked my pussy all over, pausing to bury itself inside my vulva, all while her hands groped my ass. The pleasure overwhelmed me, and I crumbled, but at least I had time to wonder how the hell Margoth became such a master in erotism.

I was this close to cum, but then…

‘Margoth, wait! Stop!’ I requested.

To my surprise, Margoth calmed her tongue.

‘What is it, Rakel?’ she asked.

‘Sorry, but I don’t want to leave Peter behind.’ I said, ‘He must join us too.’

Margoth smiled.

‘I agree.’

Finally, we left the bathroom and looked for Peter.

Part II - Coaching

It was late night. Margoth and I went with Peter to have another threesome. But this time, it was different. We were naked, and I was sitting on Peter’s lap while Margoth was looking at us.

‘Just watch, Margoth.’ Peter said.

Then, Peter groped my breasts, twitching my nipples back and forth. His hands were slow but tender, and his movements were so coordinated that every bit of my skin felt his warm, kind fingers, and then he gently kissed my neck with the same care. I was surprised by Margoth’s attention, but I was so overwhelmed to even consider the meaning of that.

Furthermore, Peter put his right fingers inside my pussy, and that's when I started to moan.

‘Take your time, Margoth.’ Peter said, ‘Do it slowly! Your partner is supposed to feel good.’

‘Got it!!’ Margoth exclaimed with childish enthusiasm.

The next step was a short yet powerful circular massage on my nipples, and back and forth to my breasts, as expected from Peter.

‘Sometimes, Rakel can lose herself in the passion.’ He revealed ‘Should you reach that…’

‘Jackpot!!’

‘Correct!’

Later, Peter massaged my tongue with his. How could I resist? His sweet muscles surrounded my tongue, and my body sank and drowned further and further thanks to his delicious nectar. I loved it! How Peter penetrated my mouth and pierced directly into my spot so I would feel spectacularly good!

‘I love you so much, Rakel!’

‘I love you too, Peter!

Those words reached my heart in no time. Soon, I also felt like the kindest, most gentle rain of the most crystalline body watched all over my body and my soul.

‘Ready, Margoth?’

‘Sure.’

‘It’s your opportunity.’

Peter opened my legs so my pussy would be visible. Then Margoth got closer. She started to tickle me with her breath, and then her tongue got inside my vulva again, trying to replicate the velocity of Peter’s hand. I couldn’t resist, and I moaned again as Margoth’s tongue ate me. However, she got overexcited and licked back and forth, as if she was eating an ice cream.

‘How am I doing, Rakel?’ she asked

Her erotism kept crushing me, but at least I slipped some advice.

‘Please… Go a bit slower.’ I said, ‘And start from my vulva.’

Margoth slowed down, and my mind was a mess. Those two were crazy! I didn’t catch a break.

‘You are doing well, Margoth.’ I said with my remaining strength.

And then, Margoth sucked my nipples while Peter’s penis was stroking my butt. How mean! Or so I thought… Because with all his strength, Peter went right inside my pussy, moving his hands to play with my buttocks and my anus. Not there! I was never prepared! Even though Peter has played with my asshole before, I never fully got used to it.

But then, Peter made me turn around.

‘Peter?’

‘Margoth! Try the fingers.’

And while Peter kept fucking me, Margoth moved her hands up and down, all over my body and my breasts. However, soon there was this change of plans; Margoth went to kiss my buttocks.

‘Wanna guess Rakel’s weak point?’ Peter teased.

‘Weak point?’

No! Not there!

‘Of course.’ Margoth stared at my asshole.

And then, her tongue licked my anus.

‘Remember. Slowly!’

That was it! My mind was gone! I wasn’t me anymore! I was a beast, deformed, subjugated by the most mischievous, insane and obscene rituals of sex. I didn’t recognise my surroundings. Time itself became corrupted, especially after Peter kissed me. Margoth kept kissing my anus. And even though it passed five minutes, for me, it felt like decades.

‘I’ll cum.’

Then, my body almost exploded when Peter’s cum reached my stomach. It was another perfect happy ending.

‘Thanks, my two beautiful, beloved ones!’ I thanked them amid my exhaustion.

Believe it or not, my dear reader, I showed the most genuine, beautiful and innocent smile I could elaborate, at least in the words of Peter. He and I shared a sweet kiss.

But we weren’t done with Margoth. This time, she went on all fours, and Peter’s penis was in front of her.

‘Do it!’ I ordered her.

Then, Margoth put Peter’s phallic glory inside her mouth.

‘Do it slowly.’ I said, ‘I am not the only one who likes clean and tidy.’

I actually didn’t know why I said that. The point is that Margoth swallowed Peter’s dick with mastery. I kept giving her instructions on how to worship Peter’s cock. However, something happened inside me. Seeing Margoth like that drove me crazy, so I massaged her buttocks and put my fingers on her pussy.

‘Wait, Rakel…’

‘Wait, nothing!’ I said in a weird tone, ‘Little kitten. Please your queen and king!’

Soon enough, Margoth found herself losing her grip thanks to my teasing. I couldn’t resist. I wanted to see that “pathetic” side of hers. It was so sexy. So arousing. But I decided to control myself, at least for now.

‘Yes. Check your speed.’ I kept my mischievous tone: ‘Peter likes it real good!’

I definitely could see it in his face. Peter was enjoying Margoth’s “service”, and I wasn’t quitting, which is why I fingered her and tickled her asshole.

‘Rakel!’

‘Margoth, this is my revenge!’

And then, my tongue penetrated Margoth’s pussy and asshole for a while. Turns out that it was also Margoth’s weak point; she felt fucked silly when I touched her there. I was so turned on by that face of hers. But I decided to control myself, at least for now.

‘Lesson two.’

For this one, Margoth had to put his penis between her breasts.

‘Lick it!’ I ordered.

And Margoth did what she was told. But then, I felt mischievous once more, for I groped her breasts, and I “aided” her to bring a better service to Peter, but soon I stopped on her nipples, so hard and sexy that my fingers moved by themselves. Also, her cute face… I licked her face. Take it as another challenge.

‘Margoth, put your mouth on his dick.’

‘Yes… Rakel…’ Margoth obeyed with her remaining strength.

Soon enough, Margoth lost control as she swallowed Peter’s penis again. But because of me teasing her nipples, her anus and the paizuri, Margoth also neglected her speed, and her mouth tasted that manly penis with the speed of a cheetah. Her eyes and her intense blush gave her away.

‘I am tired. I need a break.’ She thought.

But I, giving in to my sadistic and playful side, squeezed her nipples while the fingers of my right hand toyed with her clitoris.

‘Don’t you dare take it out. Taste it.’ I ordered her. ‘Suck it!!!’

And after a while, Peter cum. Margoth couldn’t take it, so she opened her mouth, being filled with Peter’s sperm.

‘Swallow it.’

Finally my stepsister drank all his sperm, cumming with the simple thought of that. She is very obscene. I thought.

‘Well done, Margoth.’ I licked her face. ‘Did you like it?’

Margoth weakly nodded.

‘Good.’

Then Peter had an idea.

‘I think it’s time to reward Margoth for her effort.’ He said.

Then, Margoth got on all fours, and Peter introduced his penis inside her. All Margoth could do was moan and melt in pleasure while I held her hands. However, unbeknownst to me, she and Peter had other plans – Margoth pushed in the bed, and then Peter put his penis inside me. Soon enough, Margoth was kissing me and teasing me again.

‘Relax, Rakel.’

Peter kept fucking me, and Margoth laid on the bed so she could suck my nipples and kiss me again. I became their “queen”. They left me no time to rest, no time to breathe, and it looked like Margoth learnt well, for she was teasing my weak spots all over me while Peter’s penis banged me with all his might.

And then again, despite both being very fast, their synchronised rhythm woke that relaxing feeling of sex they both always wanted to give me.

‘Does it feel good, Rakel?’ Peter asked again.

‘Yes.’ I said.

‘And me, Rakel?’ Margoth asked.

‘You are doing great, Margoth.’ I patted her head as if she was a puppy.

Now it was “time to share”. Margoth and I laid next to each other, and then Peter, like the other day, fucked us with his dick with this abnormal speed, and we kept kissing each other, Margoth and I. The hours passed. Peter kept fucking us, filling us with his love, and overwhelming us with his dick…

…Until Margoth and I cum…

His sperm was all over us, and Margoth took her chance to be mischievous, licking me while tasting Peter’s cum.

Peter laid down, with us at each side of him. We were exhausted, but happy.

‘I love you, Rakel.’ Peter told me.

‘I love you too, Peter.’ I said.

‘And I love you too, Margoth.’ Peter said.

‘Thank you, Peter!’

***

The morning quickly came. I was deeply asleep; however, Margoth and Peter had already woken up.

‘Peter. I wanna ask you a very important question, if you don’t mind.’

‘Not at all, Margoth.’ Peter said, ‘Why would I?’

‘Okay.’

Margoth’s tone had a very unusual aura, very unrecognisable for me, when her question was unveiled.

‘Peter. Do you really love Rakel?’

And without any hesitation, Peter answered.

‘Of course I do! I love Rakel with all my heart! You two are my special girls.’

‘I see.’ She continued, ‘So you would do anything for her?’

‘Yes, Margoth. Every day I do my best to ensure Rakel’s happiness. She is intelligent, reliable, kind and loyal. There is no girl like her. To be honest, there was this girl called Kaoruko, many years ago. I met her in Japan; we were also very close.’

‘That was before Rakel?’

‘Yes. The point is that Kaoruko was very kind, empathetic, just like Rakel, and we spent some months together.’

Margoth commented:

‘Was that before or after your tour of duty?’

‘Before.’

‘I see. So what happened to her?’

Peter sighed.

‘Kaoruko died of an illness.’

Naturally, Margoth was sad.

‘I am so sorry to hear that, Peter.’

‘Losing Kaoruko was a big blow for me. Margoth, I don’t know what kind of future awaits us, but I am happy with you and Rakel, and I want to seize the day as much as possible. Certainly, be the man that you deserve.’

‘Me too?’

‘Yes.’

Then, Margoth smiled almost ear to ear.

‘It will take me a while, but I’ll get there.’ Peter said, ‘If I could do it with Rakel, I can do it with you, Margoth.’

Part III – A Retreat for the three of us

Days later, Peter had just finished work at the university, so he took Margoth to a café.

‘Peter. I think you know that Rakel’s birthday is approaching soon.’

‘Yes, Margoth.’

‘And what are we going to do for her?’ she asked, ‘Any plans?’

‘Don’t worry. I got everything set.’

‘You do?’

‘Yeah. Let me explain to you.’

We went for a little weekend trip, just the three of us. Margoth was very excited, and I was excited too.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked.

Then Margoth said.

‘It’s a surprise.’

However, at that time I thought… Is it just me, or did Margoth bring more luggage than usual?

Then we reached a little hotel near the beach, courtesy of some very good friends of Peter, the Johnson family. The place was small, something you could find on Airbnb. I won’t get into too much detail, but I will say that the balconies could be their own bedroom, and the beach was literally in front of us.

And when we got inside, the interior of our room looked like an architectural masterpiece from Lúcio Costa and Oscar Niemeyer. You know, some of the individuals who built Brasília.

A few days passed, but then we went to the beach and played in the water. Peter tried to dissimulate, but Margoth and I noticed his constant peeking towards our bikinis. Especially my sexy white thong and Margoth’s black criss-cross halter. Still, we managed to enjoy ourselves and release tension after such a long trip.

However, it was at night when we started to have fun.

‘Happy birthday!’ Peter and Margoth greeted me.

They put a beautiful, wondrous chocolate cake with strawberries on it, and a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAKEL sign adorned in blue cream. I was so happy. Margoth gave me a couple of CDs from two of my favourite bands, Guns N’ Roses and Queen, while Peter gave me a nice set of gloves and a scarf, made of orange cotton.

It was a fantastic celebration.

However, at that time, I was completely unaware of what was about to start. Remember that I mentioned Margoth’s extra luggage?

Well… Let’s just say that she got some costumes… and handcuffs, and whips, and some type of… toys… Toys only for the three of us.

‘Rakel?’

‘Yes, Margoth?’

‘Time for the repayment.’

‘Repayment?’

TO BE CONTINUED