Message-ID: <45057asstr$1067566205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <kellis@dhp.com> From: kellis <kellis@dhp.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <Pine.LNX.4.21.0310301451050.11258-100000@shell.dhp.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 14:53:03 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Cannes d'Eau: Identical Twins {Varkel} (MfMf oral) Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 21:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/45057> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Cannes d'Eau Episode 2: Identical Twins a Series by Varkel Fall, 2003 "May I join you, Miles?" Senator Miles Heatherford (Retired) looked up from his newspaper, above the upper edge of the pince-nez perched on the end of his nose. He smiled with pleasure at the earnest newcomer. "Why so formal today, Harry? Of course you may and welcome. Pull up that rocker." "If you don't mind, I prefer the straight chair." "For sound medical reasons, no doubt." "Actually not." Dr. Harrison Baines wore a darker suit than the senator's but a similar black string tie below a full auburn beard. He was hatless, just graying at the temples. "I can lean it back against the wall and prop my boots on the porch rail." He grinned and proceeded to do both. Each man leased rooms at Mrs. Barker's boarding house, on whose long front porch they presently rested, one door down Miller Street from the Cannes d'Eau. "As to the formality, Miles, you seemed so engrossed in your newspaper that I was reluctant to interrupt. Anything interesting in the world today -- or I should say, yesterday?" The senator's forefinger tapped a spot on the paper in his lap. "This item strikes me as interesting. The empress of China has donated 100,000 teals for the rebuilding of San Francisco. Also England, France and several other countries have offered donations." "Nice of them. What's a _teal_?" "According to the paper, 100,000 teals is over four tons of silver." "Hey! That's more like it." "But here's the interesting part. Our bull-moose president has refused all foreign donations. He says, 'America can take care of its own, thank you very much.'" The doctor's eyes flashed. "Why not? It's not his money!" The senator chuckled. "I think in fact we're all rather proud of him for that. Not that he could do otherwise. Our government officials have been trained never to take money when anyone is looking -- except at the point of a gun, of course." The doctor grunted. "Says an ex-official!" He shook his head. "What a disaster that earthquake was! Though in fact we've had a worse one here. I'm sure you heard of the Great Madrid quake almost a hundred years ago just up the road -- or I should say, river." "Yes, I've heard of it, but I didn't notice it." The senator grinned, sliding his pince-nez into an inside jacket pocket. "And I don't propose to worry about another one. President Teddy will take care of us. So, my good friend, how's the practice of medicine on this fine summer afternoon?" "About to get more interesting -- or I should say, captivating." "Really? Is Mabel about to deliver twins?" The doctor laughed outright. "She's big enough. Has Ruth told you how the bigger she gets the more popular she is?" "I've heard that." The doctor shook his head. "She says the johns claim a fetus makes the vagina tighter." "I've heard that too. But it seems to me just the opposite occurs." The doctor chuckled. "'Seems' is right. Think about it. What actually happens is she can quit worrying about catching a baby and start enjoying herself, which only makes the canal slipperier. Then she squeezes harder. So you're both right." "Hmm." "But fascinating as it may be to contemplate the quintessential female condition, that's not why I sat down here." "A story for me? You have good ones, Harry, when you have time to tell one." "It starts with a story, but I want you in on the cure this time, Miles." "Me? What I know about medicine you can put --" "You know a few things about girls, I think." "Well, perhaps." The senator chuckled. "As much as anyone not a girl." He turned in his seat to give the doctor his full attention. "What's the proposition, my friend?" "It's interesting you should mention twins." The doctor lowered his feet, sat up straight and regarded the senator earnestly. "I'm satisfied that's what this is about." "Go ahead." "You know I'm the house doctor for several places besides Cannes d'Eau, among them a couple of orphanages. Oddly enough two of _them_, the Landmark and the Crosett, have each brought the same girl to my attention this month -- or I should say, spring, since one of them was last month." "Not with the clap, I hope!" "No -- or I should say, not yet. With the _hots_." "The hots?" The senator chuckled. "Is that a medical -- Wait a minute. Did you say 'the same girl?'" "That's the same question _I_ asked at first. In fact they're two different girls, each 15 years old, rather plain of face, but with very shapely bodies indeed. They have managed to seduce just about every staff member at their respective institution, without regard to gender or race. They both ran away early in the spring and suffered multiple rape on the waterfront in separate but uncannily similar incidents." The senator sniffed. "What's uncanny about that, assuming they wandered down there unprotected?" "Actually I don't think it was rape exactly. They just didn't know how to negotiate. I saw them when they returned to their orphanages, bruised, bedraggled and hungry. But I can assure you, they had lost none of their youthful ardor -- or I should say, predatory ardor." "Rubbed it on you, did they?" "They rub whatever they can reach." The senator grinned. "A fine attitude! What's the issue? Maybe they aren't pretty enough for Cannes d'Eau, but I'm sure any number of houses would pay -- Hey! You mean you think they're twins?" "Miles, they are identical, almost to the moles on their buttocks. Gail has one more on the right cheek than Louise." "Gail and Louise, eh? Not names for twins." "I checked. They're both foundlings, classical cases: each found on the doorstep in a wicker basket, 16 years ago come September. The orphanage directors at that time assigned their names from a list. And note this: the two girls have never met." He pulled out a pocket watch. "Which we should remedy in about ten minutes." "They're coming here?" "At four o'clock. Then we have a four-thirty appointment with Ruth." "I thought you said they were plain of face, which Ruth would never -- Ah, but twins! Nubile, are they?" "As the dickens! Classic hour-glass figures, straight legs, velvet skin." He sighed appreciatively. "You'll see in a few minutes." "Healthy?" "As horses -- or I should say, mares. Their bruises have faded. They positively glow with youth." "With a dick in them, you mean." The senator studied his friend's earnest face. "I look forward to it, and I thank you for including me in this debut, Harry, but ... What do you have in mind? The doctor cleared his throat. "Miles, the truth is I'd like to put these girls into the Cannes d'Eau. Not for my cut of the placement fee, which won't be much if anything; those orphanages are anxious to get rid of them. Do you know Doris Wilkins, the assistant superintendent at Crosett? No. Why should you?" He chuckled in anticipation. "She asked me to get Louise off their hands before the girl delivers an infant who looks exactly like one of the staff." "Practical woman! But why bring it to me, Harry?" "Well ..." The doctor paused sheepishly. "Frankly, my friend, I hope they'll impress you enough to help me persuade Ruth. As much as she knows about men, sometimes she fails to see other women as a man might." The senator stared for a moment then nodded. "You do have a point. That girl with the hole between quim and guts comes to mind." The doctor blinked. "What do you mean? That girl was in bad shape." "Yeah, bad enough for her to go on and make a fortune for Madam McAlister's sex show, pulling knotted handkerchiefs back and forth between cunt and asshole." "Don't remind me, please." The senator grinned. "Did you hear how Mackie found a man with a dick so crooked he could put it up her ass and piss out her cunt? Ha! People hollered, 'Fake!' until he reversed himself. They're fascinated by freaks. What's more, they'll pay to see them and fool with them." "Likewise twins, or so I believe." "Now I understand. You want your set to appear in Ruth's Saturday night show." "And serving the men who have a letch for twins." "You know any like that?" The doctor grinned confidently. "Yeah. Two sitting on this porch. And I can see others walking down the street." The senator chuckled but shook his head. "What do _you_ get from it, Harry?" "Well ... I want them where I can study them after they begin to work together." "If they do! You say they've never met. What if they can't stand each other?" The doctor grimaced. "That's a possibility -- I hope not a _prob_ability." The senator cocked his nearly white head. "Just how do you expect them to impress me, Harry?" The doctor's eyes glittered. "When they get the juice from _you_ in Ruth's office, she'll have to take notice." The senator looked away, his face expressionless. "She told you, did she?" The doctor straightened. "Miles, it's nothing to be ashamed of at your age. Every man's abilities decline, especially the amorous ones. You merely need stronger stimulation. I'm betting that two identical and very nubile girls can do it." He chuckled. "They're what the doctor ordered." The senator's lip curled. "If my decrepitude doesn't put them off. You _have_ fucked them both of course?" "Yes -- or I should say, of course." "With whom have you placed that bet, Harry?" "With them, only they don't know it yet." "And yourself, of course." "Well ..." The doctor grinned sheepishly. "I'll admit to a hard feeling about them." The senator snorted and looked up as a buggy approached along the curb, slowing while the driver leaned out to study the house fronts. He pulled back on his reins and the vehicle stopped at the Barker steps. He got down but offered his two passengers no assistance. One was a woman in bonnet and full length skirt, the other a big girl with long brown hair twisted around her head in braids, making her seem taller than the woman despite the latter's bonnet. The girl wore a calf-length dress and high-top shoes. The driver waited, leaning against the buggy dashboard, while the two females mounted the steps. On the porch they turned to the two men, who had risen to their feet. The doctor's pocket watch was in hand. "Ah, Mrs. Jenson, a minute early! Permit me to introduce you to --" The woman held up a gloved hand. "Please, doctor. I am merely the delivery girl. Gail, do you go with Dr. Baines freely on your own accord?" The girl, close behind the woman, stared at the doctor intently. "Yes, ma'am." Her voice was low but musical. "Then that's it. Good-bye and good luck." The woman spun on her heel and descended the steps quickly, gesturing to the driver as she pulled herself into the swaying buggy. The man took a carpet bag from behind the buggy seat and ran it up the steps, leaving it at the girl's feet. He winked at her and scampered down the stairs to rock the buggy with his re-entry. He snapped the reins and the horse eased into motion. "See what I mean, Miles, about being anxious?" Facing the girl before him, the doctor said, "Senator Miles Heatherford, may I present Gail, ah, Landmark. Gail, this is Senator Heatherford." "S-senator?" The girls eyes widened almost comically. "I, I ..." Suddenly she caught the sides of her skirt and performed a shallow curtsy. The senator chuckled inadvertently behind his gray van dyke. "My dear Gail, that's a charming gesture. May I ask who taught you do to that?" "The orphanage. We supposed to do that for a king. Ain't a senator about the same?" "Very nearly," agreed the doctor, smiling. "My dear, pull up that rocker and join us, will you, please." He moved the carpet bag against the wall. She dropped into the chair beside the senator, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away. "D-do you cut off heads, sir?" "What's that?" The senator grunted. "Gail, let me assure you a senator is not _that_ close to a king!" She seemed disappointed. "I wanted to mention a couple of heads." Both men laughed. The senator asked, "Ever do circumcision, Harry? That's getting close to the royal prerogative." The girl giggled before the doctor could answer. "I know that word! Mr. Jones is circumcised." "Woops!" muttered the doctor, adding in a low aside to the senator, "Jones is the Landmark director -- and she's right." The senator nodded. "I can just imagine him explaining it to her." "He did," said the girl, "when I asked what was wrong with his doodle." The doctor cut his eye around at the senator. "I trust you find such frankness refreshing." The man nodded. "Where she's going it will be an asset -- as long as she stays there." "Where am I going, Dr. Baines?" "We discussed that, Gail." He winked at the senator. "Where you can have all the fun you want." Out came the pocket watch again. "We have an appointment with your new mistress in 28 minutes. I wonder where -- ah! Here's Doris, late as usual." Another buggy clopped slowly along the curb and again stopped before the steps. A bonneted woman driver looped the reins on a hook and said to the other female, "Fetch your bag," sternly adding to the horse, "Stay, Bob!" She got down, turned and mounted the steps, followed by her passenger, a girl with long brown hair rolled into a chignon, who wore a calf-length skirt and fetched her carpet bag up the steps. Again the men sprang to their feet. Looking from one man to the other, Gail quickly followed their example. The doctor intoned, "Senator Miles Heatherford, may I present Mrs. Doris Wilkins. Mrs. Wilkins, Senator Heatherford." "I'm very pleased to meet you, senator," said the woman, beginning with a broad smile that quickly faded. "I wish it were under other circumstances." "The pleasure is mine, ma'am," rejoined the man, bowing slightly. Behind him Gail was heard to mutter, "But who's _that_?" The doctor continued, "And this young lady, senator, is Louise, ah, Crosett. Louise, Senator Heatherford." Again young eyes widened dramatically. "S-_senator_ Heatherford?" "I'm happy to meet you, Louise." The senator turned and tilted his head toward the first girl. "And this is Gail Landmark. Gail, Mrs. Doris Wilkins and Louise Crosett." The girls were staring each other up and down. Before either could respond, the woman said, "So this is the one!" "Yes," admitted the doctor. "Peas in a pod!" Her chin rose. "Excuse me, senator, but if I stay I shall have to ask if you are a party to what the good doctor has in mind." The man's eye developed a combative spark. "I only just learned of these girls, but I am already impressed." "No doubt," she responded, almost sneering. "I was about to say I prefer not to hear your answer to that question." "Why not, Mrs. Wilkins, so long as Crosett Orphanage's name remains unsullied?" Her eyes fell. "That's part of my reason. Good-bye, Louise." She spun on her heel and descended the steps with alacrity. Horse and buggy departed at a trot under her urging. The senator grinned sourly. "She doesn't much care for your little arrangement, does she, Harry?" "Only as a last resort," admitted the doctor, "which this is. You'll notice she didn't demand an 'I do.'" He glanced at his watch. "We have a few minutes to kill. Put down your bag, Louise, and hitch one of those chairs over here where we can talk." Under the doctor's direction they were soon seated in a semi-circle: doctor, Louise, Gail and senator. Side-by-side in rocking chairs, the girls stared only at each other. Louse murmured, eyes round, "It's like looking in a mirror!" "Except you wink the wrong eye," said Gail, demonstrating with her right, to which Louise responded inappropriately likewise. With a grin she quickly corrected herself. Now the two sets of eyes were synchronized: winking twice left-to-right, right-to-left, finally blinking twice all together. Both girls laughed outright. The sounds were identical. The doctor murmured in pleased astonishment, "Did you see that, Miles?" "Louise," said Gail, as if tasting the name. "Gail," said Louise. Each turned to the adjacent man and asked, again in unison, "Who is she?" "Your twin sister," said the doctor. The young eyes rounded back upon each other. "Apparently your mother -- or maybe I should say, her midwife -- thought you'd have a better chance growing up apart. Anyway she left you at different orphanages. I take it you truly never met before today." They failed to respond, continuing only to stare into each other's eyes. At last they turned as one to the doctor. "Who _was_ our mother?" "I'm sorry, my dears, but no one knows that -- or I should say, no one has ever told it." "She didn't want us," said Gail, lip twisting. "She may have died," interposed the doctor. "Fifteen years ago death in childbed was common." As a diversion from the girl's dismay, the senator asked, "What's the rate nowadays, Harry, if you know?" "Still too high, though it's come down over half since 1890, after they finally accepted Lister's techniques." "Clean hands make a lot of difference, eh?" "Antisepsis is what makes -- don't get me started on that!" His eyes glinted. "When Mabel delivers, her child will _live_! -- say what you like about the life available to it. But we digress. "Girls, I think we can safely conclude you are twin sisters. I've checked the records: you were found on doorsteps on the same morning. And I've examined both of you in minute detail --" "In what?" interjected Louise. "Everywhere else too," said Gail. Both girls giggled, regarding the doctor with fond expressions as perceived by the senator. "I was saying, the only difference I've seen, since your bruises healed, is one more mole on Gail's butt cheek than Louise's." "Does that make," both girls began, continuing with "me --" from Gail simultaneously with "her --" from Louise. At the divergence both sets of eyes widened. Both girls giggled. "Make you what?" asked the senator. "More or less perfect than her?" -- me?" they finished in unison. He answered, "I don't see how one little mole makes any difference. What's your opinion, Dr. Baines?" "I'm glad we have _some_ way to distinguish them!" The girls again were staring at each other. "We're gonna be together," they announced in one voice. It was not a question. "That's the idea," the doctor agreed. "But we have to sell it." "To who?" they asked. "To Madam Ruth, next door at the Cannes d'Eau, in about ten minutes." He took a breath and leaned forward. "Let's put our heads together and go over a few points. You too, Miles." The four hitched their chairs closer together. The twins leaned forward obediently. "Let's be clear about this," said the doctor. "You girls both understand what the Cannes d'Eau _is_ and what you'll be doing there." They looked at each other then the doctor. Gail asked, "You want us to say the words?" "I said we want to be clear on it." In unison they declared, "It's a house of prostitution and we'll be prostitutes." The doctor drew back in evident startlement, eyes swinging from them to the senator. "My god, Miles, did you hear that?" The older man shrugged. "They're right -- if they understand the word." "Who taught you to say that?" asked the doctor. "Old lady Wilkins," said Gail while Louise was saying, "-- Jenson." The senator said dryly, "So they talked to you about it." Both nodded. The doctor asked, "Do you girls understand that word?" Again both nodded. "Can you put it plainer?" asked the senator, eyes twinkling. "I can," said Gail. "In that house we'll fuck men for money." Louise added, "But we won't get much of it." "Yeah," Gail agreed. "Why is that, doc?" "Hmm. A lot of what you earn pays for your room and board, your clothing, the protection of the house, its maintenance, the servants, _my_ services." "Don't forget Boss Twill," said the senator. "I'd rather, if you don't mind. And you get lots of men without even having to ask, men who behave properly, unlike those louts on the waterfront." "Lots of men," murmured Louise, eyes bright. The girls smiled at each other. The doctor sat up straighter. "Now, when you meet Madam Ruth, you'll have to undress." "For a _woman_?" demanded Gail. "Do you mind that? If you do you'll have to pretend you don't. And you'll have to demonstrate your skills." "On this woman?" "_For_ her. That means you'll have to, ah, accept a man's attention --" "Do what?" "You'll have to fuck a man, maybe more than one, and probably together. You don't know it yet, but most men find identical twins, taken together, to be powerfully stimulating -- or I should say, irresistible. If she hires you, that's how she'll want you to work: together." "On the same man," said Gail thoughtfully. Louise said petulantly, "One man's not enough, even for me." "Me, neither," agreed her sister. The senator chuckled. "Madam Ruth won't fault you for that. Take a longer view. You'll often get several men together, especially on Saturday nights." Their faces, still turned to each other, showed interest. "In fact you may have to demonstrate on the senator here," said the doctor. Both young faces stared speculatively at the white-haired man, who grinned slightly. "Maybe you should tell them why, Dr. Baines." "Ah, uh ..." The doctor regarded his friend in consternation. "Then I'll tell them. Sometimes old men have a lot more trouble enjoying girls than young ones. Madam Ruth knows that very well, especially of me. You'll impress her no end if you can, ah --" "Make you come?" asked Gail. "Exactly." "How can we do that?" The doctor answered, "Just by doing whatever the senator tells you. When is your period due, Gail?" She shrugged. "When it gets here." The man sighed. "All right. When did your last one end?" The girl thought it over. "About a week ago." "You, Louise?" She shrugged also. "About the same." "Listen carefully. I want you both to make a note of the day it starts and tell me." "Why?" "So I can tell you when to be careful." He looked at his watch. "All right. It's time to go next door." * * * By policy on clement afternoons, the Cannes d'Eau exhibited fancily dressed women on both its porches after four p.m. Following the two men up the steps, the twins goggled at the colors, painted faces and powdered breasts swelling above extravagant gowns, of the several seated on either hand. The preening women greeted both men. "Identical twins, eh, doc?" asked one. "Fresh meat," noted another, leering. In the foyer Gail asked, eyes wide, "_Them_ is prostitutes?" "Striking, aren't they! This way, ladies." But the twins stopped dead to study the huge framed cross-stitch depicting the scripted name and logotype of urinating penises, crossed. Louise sniffed. "That ain't how you spell 'canned dough!'" The doctor winked at the senator and explained for the thousandth time, "_Cannes d'Eau_ is French for 'canes of water.' That's the water." "Pee," noted Louise flatly. "They gonna pee on us?" asked Gail. "Not any time soon. Come along. We don't want to be late." At that hour of the afternoon the parlor was empty except for a woman in maid's uniform polishing the furniture. She looked curiously at the little group as it crossed the wide room. The girls' heads craned back over their shoulders at the expanse of velvet settees and nude paintings on the walls, at one of which Gail jerked her chin after nudging Louise. "Take a look at that pair!" Her sister responded in awe, "Golly!" The men plunged into a long hall on the same floor. They passed a pubescent girl in a smudged knee-length pinafore, emerging from one of the rooms bearing a trash basket. She stared up at the twins, eyes widening. Louise muttered to her sister, "I hope _she_ ain't a prostitute." "Not yet," said the doctor. "Here we are." He knocked on a wide closed door recessed off the hall. "Come in!" was the muffled response in a deep contralto. He opened the door and led them into a richly appointed room, brightly illuminated through sheer curtains at two huge windows on a westward-facing wall. Before them, looking out over the room, sat a woman at a massive mahogany desk. Sunlight glowed in her brightly hennaed hair. Plump and buxom, she was primly dressed in a green coat over a blouse ruffled to the neck. Her elbows rested on the desk, chin leaning upon delicate hands with manicured nails. When the girls drew near, they noticed the rash of broken veins in nose and cheeks and crowfoot wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. "Hello, Miles," said the woman, sparing the senator a glance of mild surprise. But her attention was on the girls, whom she had obviously expected along with the doctor. "Which one is Gail?" "I am." "Then the other is Louise. I am Madam Ruth. I trust the good doctor has explained what we do here." "Yes'm," the girls agreed. The woman took two knotted ribbons, which aside from elbows had rested alone on the polished desk, and rose to her feet. "Come here under the window, girls." When they stood before her in the bright light, she said, "Your faces are so alike that when you dress the same, you'll be indistinguishable. We'll fix that now. Gail, you will wear this blue clip in your hair as long as you stay in Cannes d'Eau. Louise, you wear this red one." As she spoke she clipped the ribbons in place among Gail's braids and in Louise's chignon. "There! Don't worry about getting them messy. We have more." Both young faces had brightened. The girls asked in unison, "We can stay?" "How long remains to be seen," answered the woman tartly. "If you do, we want to emphasize your being twins. I'm afraid we must discard your orphanage names. I've given this some thought, Harry, as you can see. Gail, from now on you shall be known as Lettie Dew." She repeated the name precisely. "Say it." "Lettie Dew." "Learn it. When you hear 'Lettie,' you better look up. And Louise, you shall be Pettie Dew: _Pettie Dew_. Say it." "P-pettie Dew." She paused looking from one to the other. "When a customer calls for Pettie, who will answer?" The girl in the red clip looked at her sister then said, "I will." "Good. Listen for your new names. Now, Lettie and Pettie, strip." They blinked. "Huh?" "Take off all your clothes. Throw them on that chair for now. Harry, would you be kind enough to move their carpet bags back against the wall?" The girls proceeded methodically. The doctor muttered to the senator, "Orphanages aren't strong on modesty. We benefit from that." Indeed they were as two peas from the same pod. After studying each other briefly they stood unabashed in the bright light, two lithesome bodes undecorated save for the hair ribbon but very shapely indeed: long necks above high conical breasts with small brown nipples extruded on secondary cones, double-curved bellies, well padded buttocks, straight tapering legs and delicate feet. The senator coughed in admiration, muttering to the doctor, "I'll take your word that Gai-- ah, Lettie has one more mole." "But aren't they mouth-watering?" "Oh yes! The tongue is definitely called for." The woman smirked at the senator. "I get a glimmer of why you're here. Have you already tried them?" "Not yet. But I'm raring to go." The doctor explained, "A half hour ago neither knew the other existed." She said, "Get yourself ready, Miles. We know that table is the right height, don't we? Girls, follow me." She led them to a heavy polished table at the far end of the room and directed, "Set these chairs against the wall." When they had obeyed, she continued, "Both of you, get on the table across the end of it. I want Lettie head to bottom atop Pettie." She guided their bodies with her hands. "Now lick each other. Pretend you're back in your bunks. Get those cunnies _slick_!" The blue ribbon sagged between sisterly legs. At the opposite end of the pair, Pettie, once Louise, raised her face into Lettie's crotch. "That's good," announced the woman. "Senator, are you ready?" The man stepped clear of both sets of britches and approached the waiting three. "Now, Lettie," directed the woman, "suck some starch into the senator, please, and when it's hard enough, put it into your sister. What do you think, Miles? Will a little trading back and forth between them, practically the same girl's mouth and cunny, do anything for you?" "Indeed it will!" declared the man. Lettie raised her head and took him with a slurp. "Damn it, Ruth," complained the doctor, "that was _my_ letch!" "Well," the woman responded with a smirk, "you'll notice this double-backed beast has two ends." "So it does!" the man agreed, hurrying to divest himself of his lower garments. When his manhood lay upon Pettie's forehead, she arched her head back and mouthed him without hesitation. "Ah, yes!" he breathed. Ruth snickered. "It's not as if she never did that before, eh, Harry? Is there any girlish mouth in those places that hasn't tasted your cock? What surprised me is how readily Lettie accepted Miles." The doctor said, "Landmark taught her to treat a senator like a king." "Did they? Are you sure these girls are only 15?" "They'll be 16 in September. Ah, Louise, you do that even better upside down." "_Pettie_, if you please!" corrected the woman. "Uh, yes, excuse me. Now for a spot of comparison ..." He backed away slightly. Pettie's hands rose to asist his entry into the sisterly vagina above her chin. "Enjoy it, Harry," Ruth advised. "The next time you do this it'll cost you five dollars." "_Five_!" "If not more. As you said, these girls are worth a premium." Her hand stroked blue-ribbon Lettie's back, now jiggling in response to the doctor's thrusts. Unsurprisingly the doctor climaxed first and withdrew to flop into a padded chair. "What do you think?" asked the hovering woman. "God, Ruth, that's every bit as stimulating as I knew it would be." "For you, at least. I think Miles needs help." A flush had appeared on the senator's face. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose as he bent over the pair of girls, working hard in the lower vagina. Ruth tugged on his arm. "Miles, come over here. Let them do the work." Under her direction he lay back upon a nearby couch. Lettie, the blue-clipped girl who had caught the doctor's offering, energetically worked lips and tongue between the senator's legs while Pettie pressed her fragrant groin into his face. His hands stroked both young torsos. After a while he groaned, body stiffening. Lettie froze. Soon she raised a drooling mouth and smiled triumphantly at the watching woman, who nodded. "Good work. Towels are on the sideboard." Both girls disentangled themselves from the panting senator and stood anxiously before Ruth, Lettie dripping with the residue of two emissions. They asked in unison, "Can we stay?" "Yes, you may," said Ruth with a slight smile. "Get dressed, take your carpetbags into the hall and call for Sally. You'll recognize her: she's just a kid. She knows where to take you." But the doctor had a question. "How'd you like that foursome, girls?" They looked at each other and said indifferently. "It was good." "What was the best part?" Their grins were only for each other. Again they said in unison, "What _my sister_ did!" The woman laughed. "Don't look so disappointed, Harry." He chuckled in disgruntlement. "Yeah, I ought to know better." Having wiped her mouth, Lettie returned to the couch, leaned over and kissed the senator's cheek above the edge of his van dyke. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said, smiling up at her. Her eyes twinkled. "I still have some heads for you to chop." 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