Jennifer

Bobby looked at their joined crotches and thought that her pussy was like a wild animal, slowly nibbling and eating him. Jennifer was still tight, hot, and juicy, and by now their first come had run down out of her cunt and was covering his balls. Looking up, he saw that between the heat and the sex, they were covered with a heavy coat of perspiration. Sweat ran down Jennifer's body and dripped from her rigid nipples onto his stomach. She began running her fingers through the hair on his chest, going from his small nipples down to his belly, ending up by running the length of his cock as it entered and exited her cunt.

Bobby reached up with one hand to rub Jennifer's nipples. Large and hard, they protruded at least an inch from her bouncing tits. With the other hand each reached down and began stroking her clit. Jennifer gave a small shudder and seemed to become distracted. She began to lose interest in the complicated motions she had been performing, and began concentrating on a rapid in-and-out.

After several minutes of increasing speed, Bobby could feel the orgasm approaching. Jennifer had been crying out for part of this time that she was coming, and for Bobby to continue fucking her. At his outburst of "Oh God, I'm going to blow!" she reached around with one hand and began to massage his massive, come-coated nuts. This was too much for Bobby, who began spewing jism upwards into her cunt.

Exhausted for the moment, Jennifer collapsed onto Bobby. As his come began draining from her still pulsing gash and onto his balls, she wondered how her mother and aunt were doing with Bobby's dad.

Chapter 3

From the moment Alexandra and Margaret left the Student Union, their only thoughts were of the coming evening. Hugh seemed interesting, and quite interested in them.

"Jesus, Alex, he couldn't take his eyes off your tits!" exclaimed Margaret as they got in their car.

"Except when he was trying to look up your skirt.," Alexandra replied. "Not that I minded."

"I know. I wonder if he noticed you tugging it upwards whenever he looked over at me."

"No more than he noticed you trying to push your tits out of the top of your dress when he was trying to see my panties."

The two sisters smiled at each other as they drove away from the campus towards Alexandra's house. They had often double- dated together, and not always with two guys. They had a few hours to kill, and needed to plan the conquest.

"So,," said Alexandra, "What do we wear? I assume you want to go as twins?"

"Why not? We can ask him who has the bigger tits and the better legs? Confuse the living shit out of him. What do you want to wear? Those black dresses?"

"Too formal."

"The short jersey dresses?"

"One of them is at the cleaners."

"The red and black numbers?"

"Too trampy. I don't want him to know my nipple and pussy sizes until I get undressed."

The women thought for a while longer, Margaret scowling and Alexandra's brow crinkled. Then Alexandra made a sudden turn off the road and into a large shopping mall. The speed of the turn broke Margaret's concentration, and she yelled out. "What the hell are we doing now? Give a girl some warning, willya!"

"Let's check out the boutiques here. There are a few places that have some interesting outfits, and we can pick up stockings and anything else we need." "Okay, but we don't have all day. We'd better find something fast, or else it's no 'twins' tonight."

Alexandra smiled at her sister. "I know just the place."

***

Margaret lay back in the bathtub and luxuriated in the bubbles. She liked the tickle they gave her nipples. Her eyes were beginning to droop when her sister came into the bathroom. She looked over to where Alexandra was sitting, in a short bathrobe, on the toilet and asked, "Do I need to shave my pussy or not?"

"No.," Alexandra replied, facing her sister and spreading her legs. "I usually wait for bikini season. I just keep it trimmed short now."

"Bobby seems like a nice boy. Where'd they say they were going?"

"They didn't, so it's either his bed or hers.," replied Alexandra. "Thank God she's got Jim's brains, because I think she spent this entire past year with her legs in the air."

"No, really? Has she been going out with him all that time?"

"Pretty much. He is a nice kid, even if he's a giant, walking hormone."

"How so?"

"Well - and this is pretty good - a few months ago, sometime around Christmas, I went out to dinner with this fellow, and who shows up at the restaurant but Bobby and Jennifer. So what can we do? We invite them to join us." Alexandra looked around the vanity for some nail polish. "This the right shade?"

"Yep. So what happened at the restaurant?"

"Well, nothing really. But both Jen and I were wearing white silk blouses that were pretty transparent. And while she had on a lace demi-bra, I wasn't wearing a bra at all. And both our dates kept staring at my tits."

Margaret smiled. "Jennifer must not have been too happy to have her boyfriend staring at her mother's tits."

"Not even a little. So between courses I dragged her to the crapper and had her take her bra off. Then I put on her bra and we went back to dinner. My guy kept staring at my tits, but Bobby switched to Jen."

"That must not have been too comfortable. She wears a 36 D but we both wear 38 double-D. How'd you cope?"

"Well, it wasn't too bad. For one thing, after dinner, Bobby insisted on leaving rapidly. He had a real hardon and obviously wanted to fuck her. And Jen's demi-bra was real tiny, and my nipples popped out the top, like a push-up bra."

"But still..."

"Yeah, but still. So after we got in his car and it warmed up some, I got undressed."

"Completely?"

"Well, no. I left on my heels and stockings. Jack didn't mind. He pulled off the road twice to fuck me. Wouldn't even let me get dressed again to go into the house." Alexandra smiled at the thought, and handed a towel to her sister. "Come on, we've got to get ready."

As Margaret got out of the tub and dried herself off, the two women compared their features. They were constantly surprised how similar they had remained over the years. Both were two inches taller than Jennifer, and more voluptuous. In addition to 38DD busts, they had 24" waists and 36" hips. While their breasts had some sag, they consoled themselves that nothing but internal steel bracing could support their tits without some sag, and that more than one pinup had sagged more. They had small but prominent nipples, and much darker complexions than Jennifer.

Margaret opened the package of stockings and asked, "You're sure these are long enough?"

Alexandra responded, "Oh, yeah. I've bought this brand and size before. The elastic tops off right at my crotch, and they aren't too tight. We'll be able to open the dresses almost to the pussy."

"Yeah, but still, black fishnets? Isn't that just a little trashy?"

"A little, but then, I don't think Hugh will be letting us wear them in public that long. Especially, once we start opening the dresses up."

***

The two sisters got to the motel a few minutes before nine. They went into the bar and saw Hugh sitting at the end of the bar. He waved to them and they walked over. It was an impressive display.

The dresses they had bought were not identical, but rather, matching. The same pattern, one was a bright lime green while the other was a shocking pink. They were sleeveless and long, extending several inches below the knees. They were made from some type of very thin stretch fabric, and Margaret had insisted on getting them a size too small. As a result the dresses clung to every inch of the twins. If underwear had been present, it would have been obvious. The dresses had a long row of small snaps running down the front, perhaps 20 each, from deep-V collar to hem. In both cases, enough buttons had been undone to show some cleavage and some leg above the knee. Black fishnet stockings and black 4" spike heels completed an attractive and provocative package.

Hugh watched the approaching women with frank appreciation. After kissing them both lightly, he said, "Wow! You two look spectacular."

Margaret twirled around a moment, and asked "Are you sure?"

Alexandra stepped back. Running her hands down the dress and around to her ass, she asked, "You don't think they're too tight do you?"

"Oh, no. Really. Everything looks just great." Hugh couldn't take his eyes off the two women. He was practically drooling.

"Oh, good. We were worried.," said Margaret. "Look. There's a nice booth." She led the trio to a large, U-shaped booth to the rear of the bar. Despite the candle burning on the table, it was quite private and dark. "This is so romantic."

The sisters let Hugh sit down first, and then moved in on either side of him, Alexandra to his right and Margaret on his left. Although the booth was rather large, they slid together until their hips were touching his. When the waiter approached, they all ordered drinks.

"So, Alexandra, exactly what kind of business do you have? You mentioned you have some sort of health club?"

"Please, call me Alex. And call her Maggie. That's what we've always gone by."

"Sure."

"Well, it's a small health club, spa, gym sort of place. You know, an aerobic dance room, a few Nautilus machines, some weights, a couple of hot tubs, a few tanning booths, that sort of thing." Looking past Hugh, she noticed her sister popping a snap on her dress, exposing another inch of thigh. Hugh, his eyes riveted on Alexandra, didn't notice.

"Well it's no wonder you're in such great shape. You must work out all the time."

Alexandra smiled. She didn't work out very often, at all. But the club was a great way to meet good looking, fit, young men, and she could easily tell, by looking at their tight gym shorts, if a prospective fuck was well endowed. Several times a week she managed to give a "special workout" to a client. "Why, thank you! I do try to look nice." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

Turning towards her sister, he asked, "And you, Maggie. What do you do in Nevada?"

"Oh, I own a small business supplies and services company outside of Las Vegas."

Looking over at her sister, she noticed her popping the same lower snap as she had earlier. They had decided before they arrived that Margaret would open her dress from the bottom and that Alexandra would open hers from the top. The other sister would match her sister's snaps, and then initiate the next round. Of course, it would be more fun if Hugh didn't see what they were up to, and the twins simply became less dressed silently. They figured by the end of the evening, not much would be left snapped. Alexandra then popped the top snap at her breasts.

"What, copy paper and that sort of thing?"

"Something like that." Margaret had no intentions of telling him the exact nature of the services her firm provided.

"Well you must work out often, too. And I can't believe your tans."

Alexandra answered, drawing Hugh's attention from her sister. "Between my tanning booths and the Nevada sun, we both stay fairly tanned." She noticed her sister had popped an upper snap, evening the race. "Of course, if you don't want to burn, you have to rub oil all over. And of course, you have to watch out for tan lines."

Over the next two hours, the small group had several more rounds of drinks. Unknown to Hugh, the girls were making sure he stayed more sober than they. Whether spilling his drinks or sipping from them, they kept him fairly sober. For the night ahead, they wanted him alert and awake.

As the night progressed, it seemed as if a snap was unsnapped every 5 to 10 minutes. Hugh caught on after the first few snaps, and asked if he could pop the snaps for them. The girls at first laughed and declined, saying they weren't those kinds of girls, that they were just getting more comfortable. But an hour later, with their dresses open up to mid-thigh and down almost to their navels, Margaret asked Hugh if he was still interested. "I wouldn't want to break a nail." She ran her finger along his cheek, and down his neck.

"Yes, Hugh.," said Alexandra. She ran her fingertips along his pants front, feeling the large erection within. "We've got plans for these nails."

Hugh, flushing and breathing heavily, turned to Alexandra. Putting his left hand on her inner thigh, he moved the hand upwards along the fishnet stockings. Dexterously moving his thumb, he popped three more snaps in rapid succession, stopping only when his extended middle finger felt the soft down between her thighs. He could feel the moist warmth between her legs. Slipping his hand further between her legs, he began flicking his finger across her clit, easily found within her engorged pussy lips.

Alexandra, not expecting this treat, gave a soft moan, and slumped in her seat. Hugh could see the color rising in her face, her dark skin flushing down her neck and across her exposed cleavage. After only a few minutes, her pussy began twitching, and she moaned again, in orgasm. Hugh removed his hand just in time to finish his drink before the approaching waiter cleaned off the table. "A final round, ladies?" Seeing their nods, he said, "One last round, please, and the check."

After the waiter left with their order, Hugh slid his left hand into Margaret's lap. Skillfully undoing the same number of snaps, he lowered his hand into her crotch. Margaret, however, had watched her sister being pleasured, and wanted to make sure she received the same treatment. Spreading her legs widely, she grabbed his hand and thrust it deep between her legs. Hugh began moving his fingers into her flushed cunt and up into the warm, wet tunnel. Margaret began rocking gently back and forth, and began moaning out directions. "Oh, that's it...deeper, deeper... both fingers...rub my clit now..."

Hugh saw the waiter approaching with their drinks and tried to pull his hand free, but Margaret grabbed his arm and kept it in place. The waiter tried to maintain his composure as he set down the drinks, but became flustered as she continued her rocking and quiet moaning. As he turned to leave, Hugh spoke up and asked for the check. When the waiter handed it to him, Hugh's poker face never cracked. Margaret orgasmed shortly thereafter in a shuddering spasm.

Hugh removed his left hand, and turning towards Margaret, unsnapped several buttons from the top. The tightly stretched fabric pulled back, revealing her flesh from her neck to below her navel. "God, Hugh, the only thing holding this on is my nipples!"

"Then I suggest you keep your back straight and make no sudden moves.," he replied. He downed his drink, repeated the procedure on Alexandra, and said, "Why don't we go up to my room, and get comfortable?"

As they left the empty bar, Alexandra and Margaret were forced to move with exquisite grace. The fabric of their dresses had pulled the front apart to voyeuristic dimensions. The dresses, originally held together by 20 or more buttons, now were held together only by three, centered at their pulsing crotches. They were split to well above mid-thigh, ending just slightly below the tops of their stockings, and as Margaret had said, the tops were literally held in place by their nipples. An ambitious inhale would have stripped either woman.

Hugh stopped at the bar and bought a bottle of champagne from the dumbfounded bartender. Taking three champagne flutes, he led the women out of the bar, into the elevator, and to his room. Along the way he grabbed a bucket of ice.

Chapter 4

"Champagne, ladies? Or later?"

Alexandra smiled. "Later." She undid the remaining snaps and shrugged off the dress. Seconds later, Margaret followed suit. Hugh feasted his eyes on the sight as he placed the bottle in the bucket of ice.

The twins, now clad only in thigh length, black fishnet stockings and 4" black spike heeled shoes, wrapped themselves around Hugh. Together they began kissing and licking his face, all the while removing his clothes. Shortly his jacket, tie, and shirt were gone. He had been caressing both women with his hands. Once Alexandra removed his belt and began to loosen the zipper on his pants, Margaret slid her hand into his pants and began stroking his engorged monster.

"Sit.," she said, pushing him back onto the bed. Hugh sat, his knees turning weak at the waves of pleasure Margaret was stroking into his cock. As soon as Alexandra had pulled his pants far enough down, Margaret twisted her head and took his entire length into her mouth. Alexandra continued to remove his shoes, socks, and pants.

"Oh, sweet Jesus.," he whispered, as Alexandra pushed him flat onto the bed. He couldn't remember the last time a woman, any woman, had given him a blow job like this. Most women found his erect cock, measuring 9" long and 2" wide, too intimidating. Certainly his ex-wife had never been able to take more than a few inches in without gagging. He could feel the tip of his glans hit the back of Maggie's throat, as her lips caressed the wide base of his erection. The suction and tongue action sent shivers racing through his groin.

Alexandra saw that her sister wasn't going to share, so she knelt between Hugh's legs and began stroking and licking his balls and anus. Alexandra began scratching her long fingernails along his thighs, and began to watch the speed with which Hugh was thrusting his pelvis towards Margaret's insatiably hungry mouth. When the timing seemed perfect, she whispered, "Now, suck now." to her sister, and inserted a moistened index finger to the second knuckle in Hugh's ass.

The effect was electrifying. Hugh's hips started bucking wildly, as he thrashed and moaned on the bed. Margaret seemingly sucked down gallons of his come, noisily slurping and gulping. Finally, Alexandra removed her finger as Hugh's orgasm passed. He lay quietly on the bed, legs hanging over the end.

Alexandra and Margaret wanted more. They continued to lick and suck the softening penis, until it shortly showed signs of recovery. As Margaret stroked his shaft to full erection, Alexandra climbed onto the bed. Straddling his waist, she waited for Margaret to position his glistening cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. Margaret moved the head around between her lips for several moments, ensuring that Alexandra's flowing pussy juices liberally soaked his cock. Then Alexandra slowly sank backward onto the mighty organ, sinking it inch by inch into her inflamed twat, until it was completely engulfed.

"Maggie, you wouldn't believe how big this feels. God, this is good."

"You want to get off and let me try?"

"Fuck you. Wait your turn." Alexandra began a slow and steady bouncing action, allowing Hugh's cock to slowly exit and enter her pussy. "Hugh,," she said, "eat Maggie."

Hugh literally could not believe what was happening to him. Never before had he had sex with two women at the same time, or had a women finger-fuck his ass, or been sucked off so totally. He was speechless to this request, so he simply smiled up at Alexandra and nodded yes.

Margaret moved up the bed, and facing her sister, straddled Hugh's face. Slowly sinking down, she felt his tongue in the same places his fingers had been but a short time before. He placed his hands on her ass cheeks, with his thumbs spreading her nether lips open. She shuddered as her hands moved forward and cupped her sister's breasts. Often as teenagers, and in later years, the twins had given each other pleasure with their hands, lips, and tongues. Now they kissed and fondled each other, as Hugh fucked one and ate the other.

Several minutes passed in this exceedingly pleasant manner until Margaret reached down to caress her sister's clit. As the final straw will break the camel's back, this final stimulation threw Alexandra over the edge of orgasm. Crying out and bucking her hips maniacally, she drove Hugh to the peak, so that he spewed massively into her pulsing cunt. Alexandra's and Hugh's movements displaced his tongue from the depths of Margaret's pussy, and brought her clit to Hugh's lips. Holding her ass as if for dear life, Hugh licked and sucked her clit to a shrieking orgasm.