So horny in my 40's

Background: There really wasn't much special about my growing-up years with a two-year older and two-year younger sister. Parents were reasonable but, repressive when it came to dating...well maybe not repressive...but wanted to know everything about every boy we dated.   No sex in high school or college.   Lots of passionate moments that always led to intense masturbation sessions for days afterwards, but I was a virgin when I married. We had three large bedrooms but Dad used one for his office, so all three of us girls shared a bedroom.   It was cozy and we all got along pretty much all of the time.   We spent hours together there just jabbering and giggling. We shared clothes, jewelry and just about everything. My older sister taught me to masturbate when I was in junior high school and just as I was getting the hang of it, and could work myself into an intense orgasm, my younger sister caught me.   We had no choice but to show here how and soon all three of us were enjoying the thrills of masturbation.    It was our older sister who was the perpetrator with moans and squishy sounds coming from under the bed covers.    Soon we all were getting off and admittedly, I always slept soundly and peacefully the rest of the night. One by one we graduated and went off to different colleges, but during our various breaks, we relished our times together back home in our bedroom.    Ironically, all three of us had pretty much the same physical appearance including hair color, figures, even shoe, bra and panty sizes.    Even after having our children, we still appear to look alike. There is much to tell about my early years as well as my sisters , but I've  neglected to thoroughly check Solo Touch policy on age.    When I determine what is acceptable, I'll turn the pages back somewhat.    Have to be careful because there are four years between us and I don?t want to infringe upon Solo Touch policies. Early Sexuality: (1981-1990) So yes, I was a virgin until I married, but that didn't stop me from having a lot of passionate fun.   By the time I graduated from high school, every inch of my body had been fondle, caressed, and explored by several eager boys, but no intercourse.    Maybe it was just the boys I dated, but most of them had to be shown how to please me once they got past the "titty-feel".    Fortunately they were all gentle and cautious which resulted in much fun and pleasure. College boys are a whole different animal for the most part,  pushing and shoving, always eager to finger my pussy after very little foreplay.   But I was insistent and persistent.   If they wanted pleasure, then they would have to take me along with the ride or I get off the bus.    Studying has always been my priority, so I rarely dated more than once a month during those four years which was about the frequency of my masturbation as well. First Sexual Deviation: (1991) My younger sister is Jillian (Jill), then me (Krystal), and then Lisandra (Lisa) who is the oldest.   Other than knowing, hearing, and watching each other masturbate, we kept our distances.    Maybe an occasional bump and grind when we were being silly (oh that really got me aroused!), but nothing overtly sexual. Lisa had graduated from Indiana University, I was in my second year at Franklin College, and Jill had just graduated from high school and was doing orientation at Indiana State.    We all got home on a Thursday and Mom and Dad took us out to eat at a Mexican restaurant in Ft. Wayne right at "happy hour", so we had our share of Margaritas (two a piece...haha).    We told our parents we were going to see "Diamonds Are Forever", so they took us home and we took the car for a girls night out.    Instead we went to "Carnal Knowledge" with its obvious sexual overtones, and after the margaritas, we sat glued to our seats becoming more aroused with each sexual interlude. The ride home was pretty quiet, each one of us lost in our own sexual revelry until Jill spoke up and asked us to promise not to laugh.   We both giggled because she was an occasional space head and we thought she was just kidding.   But she was rather serious and told us that she had become so excited during the movie that she had soaked through her jeans.   I told her to quit being such a drama queen, that it couldn't be that bad, but I had also noticed that my panties were pretty moist as well.   Lisa admitted she was pretty aroused and that she was certain her panties were also wet.   I thought on that for a few minutes and realized that I was becoming very horny, to point of feeling my heartbeat between my legs. We said goodnight to our parents and headed up the stairs, but Jill headed for the bathroom first.   Lisa and I waited for a couple of minutes, then burst in on her just in time to catch her with her jeans and panties below her knees and her fingers frantically rubbing her pussy.    As she scrambled to pull up her pants, she got off balance but I caught her and we both slipped to the floor with my leg between hers.    For an awkward moment, we just lay there; she was on top, bodies pressed against each other as I felt her wetness seep through my jeans.   Her breath was hot on my cheek as she moaned a little and I could feel the rush of blood into my clit. Lisa finally spoke up and breathlessly told us to "get a room" so Jill struggled to roll off me and pull up her jeans but they were too tight so she just ended up pulling them off.    All three of us were breathing hard and struggling with our thoughts and desires when Jill said that she needed her privacy  . But we knew that we were all aroused and needed relief. Then I asked Jill if she really did soak through her jeans, so she grabbed her jeans and threw them at me..."see for yourself!"   They were inside out but her blue panties were glistening with her wetness and the dark, telltale sign on the fabric was obvious.    It was then when I looked up at Lisa that I saw the dark spot on her jeans as well and commented that she wasn't the only one.   Lisa glanced down and blushed with embarrassment trying to cover herself with her hand.  Dad's voice from downstairs broke through our fun asking if were alright.   We assured him. As I stood up, my wetness gushed out and soon was also seeping through my jeans.   Jill and I exchanged glances and then I suggested we let her have her privacy, so Lisa and I went out the door only to be followed by Jill, trying to hide her nakedness by pulling down her blouse. Another awkward moment when we tried to look busy in our own corners.    It was finally broken when I asked Jill about her privacy.   She commented that we started the evening together, why not finish it that way.   Lisa was out of her jeans, panties, blouse and bra within a minute while Jill took her blouse and bra off leaving me the only one fully dressed.   They stared at me when I didn't make a move to undress.   Party pooper said Lisa with a pout. I simply went to the middle of the room, closed my eyes and waited.    Nothing was said because we all understood and I soon felt warm hands unbuttoning my blouse and fidgeting with my belt and zipper.   "Slower..." I breathed. With each button on my blouse, her hands brushed against by breasts almost taking my breath away.   Then I felt the zipper go down and cool air against my skin.   Fingers softly hooked my jeans and panties and pulled them down together inches at a time.   My heart was thumping and I could feel my body heat up. Struggling to keep my eyes closed, I wanted to feel the mystery of these sensual touches, touches I often gave to myself when masturbating. My blouse was slipped off my arms and the warmth and smell of one of my sisters was right in front of me, her hands slid around my body until they reached the bra clasp.   In back of me, the other sister took over my jeans and the sensual warmth of her fingers lingered along my bottom as the jeans were inched further down until I stepped out of them .    Almost as if it was orchestrated, my bra was unclasped, fell loose from my breasts, her hands lingering at my sides as if to cup them, but instead trailed below and across my tummy.    Shivers and goose flesh filled my skin and my nipples tightened painfully making my clit throb and wetness drip down my thigh. "Now look whose wet!" giggled Jill, and I opened my eyes. "Oh look at her!" gasped, Lisa, "she's horny as hell!" And it was true.   I was ready for anything, lost in lust and desire, and it showed by my wetness, flushed skin, tight nipples, and that glazed look I gave each of them.   All I could do is stand there, wanting relief in any way I could get it, so my hand slipped to my wet pussy and I started fingering myself.   But Lisa stopped me saying it was their turn now, but what should we do? Then she smiled, went to her closet and pulled out three scarves.   We turned out the lights, sat on the floor, and tied them around each other, covering our eyes.    Then we carefully moved about the room and met back in the middle not knowing what order we were in.   Why we couldn't just continue after all these years of sharing a room, clothes, glimpses of each other, it's beyond me, but in the darkness, eyes covered, not knowing who was who, we felt safe and uninhibited.   I heard a giggle but couldn't recognize who it was so I giggled back and immediately felt a warm hand on my shoulder which slid down to cup my breast.   My hands reached back but were guided to my other side and placed on a thigh as my other hand reached to where her breasts should be but they were already being cupped and caressed by other hands.   Oh my! Then I was pushed down backwards on the floor and one of my sisters placed her knee between my legs which made me push and grind...oh I wanted to cum so badly but this was so pleasurable.   Her tongue licked my ear sending more shivers over my body.   I felt another hand near my leg and realized that the sister on top of me was having her pussy stroked and rubbed.   Moaning and grunting was coming from each one of us.   Then another change in position and pleasure surged through my pussy as a finger found my clit and expertly rubbed it, exactly as I would've done, little circles but up and down pulling my juices over my clit in squishy noises.   A warm mouth enveloped a nipple and I could already feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming...but then she stopped...oh, oh I gasped...please!   But my pussy and clitoris remained untouched. In my frustration, I reached out and found a sister's pussy which was soaking wet...was it Jill?   "Jill?"     I whispered...then more giggles and sighs...I really couldn't tell who was who...oh so wonderful and exciting!   "We can't tell can we?" was the answer. "We'll never know, will we?" groaned another sister.   More giggles and then a hand went to my crotch, found it's mark. Ugh,ugh and then waves of pleasure coursed through my thighs and body.   Soft lips sucked at my nipples as another sister whispered and licked my ear.   Then a finger slipped into me as I finished my orgasm which prolonged the next couple of spasms.    I lifted my hips off the floor and enjoyed it all. Hardly had the last spasm subsided when my hand was guided to a sister's soaking wet crotch where I played and flicked her clit.    As I started to slip a finger into her, I heard "careful" and felt her tightness around my finger.   It was then I knew this was Jill, who masturbated, but my guess with just an occasional finger inserted into her tight, young pussy.    With my finger inside her, I used my thumb to message her clit and was struck by the similarities in our pussies. She was moaning and twisting. The wet, sucking noise told me Lisa was busy with her nipples, sucking on one while caressing and pinching the other.    Being the tease that I am, I squeezed, pinched, and kneaded her clit, but kept from the actual rubbing motion that always brought a nice orgasm to me.    It was working and Jill started pleading for relief, but I persisted and teased. "You bastard!" she breathed, "Please!" So I gave in and rubbed her hard, engorged clit like it was my own. Jill was rewarded with an intense orgasm that caught her breathless until she passed out. "Oh shit!" I said, but Lisa gave her a long kiss on the mouth and she came to just in just a few seconds.  "Damn you! Damn you two!" she sighed. "Who?s next?"    I asked and was pulled down and met with full mouth on mouth kiss that stirred me from deep within.   My hands went to her breasts who I now knew was Lisa.   She grunted and I was aware of a rhythmic motion between her legs where Jill was busy with her pussy.   Lisa's hand snaked its way past my breasts, hips and thigh and stopped at my pussy where her fingers expertly found my still erect clitoris and gently brought it to a throbbing desire once more. Lisa was very close to cumming, our lips parted and little gasps and moans escaped her mouth.   "Don't stop, damn it!" and I knew Jill was lingering and teasing her just like I had done.    I kissed Lisa's neck, shoulders, sides and tummy all the while pinching her tight nipples.   She splayed her legs apart and pleaded for relief.   My hand went to her smooth bottom and lingered at her crack, playing up and down.   Her clenching and flexing excited me even more when I heard her grunt and moan, then I slipped a finger down her crack and quickly inserted it into here asshole. "Oh shit, ugh, ugh, ugh!"   Her hips went off the floor and she clenched my hand and fingers tightly.   I felt the little spasms of her orgasm around my finger and I wiggled it around.       I could also feel Jill's fingers busy with her clit and pussy.    A funny little gurgle came out and Lisa went limp, passed out, HA! "Oh shit, she's peeing!" said Jill, and the familiar "hiss" of piss could be heard.    "Can't stop her, help me!"   So I took off my scarf, looked at Jill who also had her's off.    I could see by the light coming under the door and through the window (street lights) that she was wet and glistening with Lisa's pee.   We both put our hand on Lisa's pussy as hot pee spurted out all over.    Lisa was still passed out but breathing OK, her body succumbing to little jerks and spasms.    Jill and I exchanged glances, put our scarves back on, and pretended to continue our playing as Lisa came to. "My head hurts, oh damn it!" she said, "what happened?" "Nothing," I lied.  But Lisa knew what had happened and hissed, "We'll keep our scarves on, OK? Don't take them off!". "Screw that," and Jill took her scarf off and quickly turned on the lights.   Lisa was curled up into a fetal position and then we all began to giggle.    Recommending a shower, I stood up and headed towards the bathroom and stopped just to ask, "Anyone want to wash my back?" We showered together, crowded as it was, soaped, slid and washed each other.   Long passionate kisses and gentle caresses between our legs and buttocks made me want relief again.   Back in our beds, lights out, I told my sisters I needed some "privacy now" and we all giggled, soon followed by sighs and moans, then quiet. Jill was 18 then, I was 20, and Lisa 22.    Lisa stayed at IU four more years for her masters and doctorate in microbiology.   During those four years, we enjoyed many evenings just like this at every semester break and holiday.   We became bolder, explored more, climaxed harder, learned so much about each other.   Took long weekend vacations with each other, but still maintained a healthy heterosexual relationship with our male peers.   I relished those years dearly. It is amazing that after that first night together, each one of us, without the others knowing, started keeping a diary with our sexual exploits as the highlight of each entry.   And "yes", I plan to share more. _______________________________________________________________________________