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Taxi, Chapter 8
   (Mf, ff, Mff, Mfff, oral, inc)

by Dorsai


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Taxi - Chapter 8

It wasn't uncommon for some of the college kids on Spring Break to
come to town, rather than head for the beaches -- particularly those
kids that were on budgets.

It happened one year that toward the end of my shift, I got a call to
pick up 3 people at one of the bars in town. I knew the place favored
the younger crowd, and pretty much expected what I got: college kids,
in town on Break. I wasn't even surprised that it turned out to be 3
girls; what DID catch my attention was that it was a pair of twin
brunettes and a diminutive blond. When I pulled up, the three of them
hopped into the back before I could get out; the blond told me "Can
you get moving, please? There are some guys that we're trying to get
away from."

Doing as they asked, I was fifty yards down the street when I saw five
guys come piling out of the place -- and how disappointed they were
that the girls weren't there, judging from the histrionics they put
on.

The girls were watching it, too, and the two brunettes both laughed
before all three turned back around. Since the blond seemed to be the
spokesperson for them, I asked her "Where to, ladies?"

She graced me with a smile before saying "Thanks for getting us out of
there so fast. Um, we're going to the Cheshire Inn -- Room 117."

I knew the place; it was on the other side of town, and specialized in
weekly rentals -- mostly for those that couldn't come up with the money
to rent an apartment. It wasn't a dump, exactly, but it was close
enough that they usually only got the Breakers that were on tighter
budgets than usual.

As I drove, I listened to the girls in the back talking about all that
had happened before I showed up. Apparently, the guys had been more
persistent -- and childish -- than the girls cared for. One of the girls
had finally snuck away to call for a cab, and after waiting the
promised time for it to arrive, they'd given the guys a story about
going to get the van they'd driven and coming around front to pick up
the guys. The guys had been drunk/stupid enough to go for it, and had
waited inside for one of the girls to come back when the van was
waiting. I'd arrived a little later than they'd expected, and had
apparently whisked them away just as the guys got suspicious. All
three of them were jazzed on liquor from the bar and adrenaline from
the encounter, and made for a slightly noisy fare.

They began to quiet down again soon enough, though, and began chatting
amongst themselves. I could still hear most of what they said, but
kept my silence, figuring that they were only interested in heading
back to their motel room.

So I was a little surprised when the blond read my ID placard and
asked me "Um... Jim, you're a guy; what do YOU think those creeps were
thinking back there?"

Looking at her in the mirror, I asked "What makes you think they were thinking?"

"What do you mean?"

I laughed and told her "That age, most guys aren't much more than
mobile semen dispensers; what little bit of brains they've got are
pretty much stuck between their legs, and mostly nonfunctional. I
wasn't much better than that, and it still took me a while before I
got things figured out."

All three of them though my description was pretty funny, and laughed
before going back to what they'd been talking about.

As the drive progressed, they gradually got quieter in the back; they
didn't stop talking, they just weren't as loud.

Once we arrived at their room, the two brunettes were out of the cab
in a heartbeat. Even after she handed over the fare and a small tip,
the blond didn't get out right away, though. I finally asked her "Is
there something else, ma'am?"

She started to say something, stopped, started again, stopped again,
and finally asked me "Are you done for the night? Is there anyplace
else you have to be?"

"I'd usually have another hour on my shift, but it's a slow night, so
I'll probably knock off. The only one waiting for me at home is my
cat. Why do you ask?"

After another false start, she told me "Me and Michelle and Michaela,
we... we were wondering if you'd... you'd like to come in for... for a
little while. To talk, and, uh, whatever. I'm Faye."

Amused, I told her "I suppose I could do that, sure."

"Uh, just so there aren't any, um, misunderstandings? Michelle and
Michaela, they're, uh, they're not really into guys."

"And what about you?", I asked.

Blushing slightly, she answered "I'm bi. I mostly like other girls,
but if there's a guy I like, I can do that, too. Oh, one other thing:
Michelle and Michaela, they're, um, sisters. I mean like with the same
mom and dad. I don't know if it matters to you, or not."

"I kinda figured, with them obviously being twins. Do they know you're
inviting me in?"

"Oh, sure! It was actually their idea! I said that I thought you were
being kinda cool, and we talked about it a little bit, and then they
said that if I wanted to, I could invite you in as long as you
understand about them. You do, don't you?"

Actually, I did understand about the brunettes -- probably better than
any of them thought, or expected. But that wasn't the way she meant
the question, so I simply answered "Yeah, I think so."

Visibly relieved, Faye told me "So you'll come in?"

"Sure. Just let me park this thing and let the office know I'm done
for the night."

Satisfied, she quickly scooted out and closed the door to my hack
before rushing into their room.

It seemed like a good idea not to be too obvious, so I skipped parking
in front of their room in favor of a spot away from the building. It
wasn't but a couple of minutes before I softly knocked on their door,
and heard a voice tell me to come in.

When I opened the door, the sight that greeted me came as no small
surprise: Michelle and Michaela were sitting next to each other on the
one (large) bed in the room, wearing only matching pantie and bra
sets. Closing the door behind me, I looked around, but couldn't see
Faye; it took me only a second to decide that she was behind the
closed door that I figured went to the bathroom. Both of the girls on
the bed were more than passingly attractive: curly black hair that
fell below their shoulders, natural black eyebrows, dark eyes, full
red lips, and small noses. Below, both were somewhat buxom, slightly
overflowing their bras, with pale (but not white) skin. Trim waisted,
each had nicely curved hips and long, trim legs. Since they'd invited
me in and chosen to greet me that way, I didn't make any pretense
about NOT looking at them. Smiling, I simply told them "Lovely!",
before taking one of the two chairs facing them.

A few moments later, I heard a door open, followed by the appearance
of Faye -- wearing only a pair of very skimpy panties.

Again, I didn't pretend that I wasn't looking at her: short blond
hair, lovely green eyes, and a small mouth with sensuous lips, she
looked vaguely elfin. Her bust wasn't as large, but what it lacked in
quantity, it MORE than made up in quality -- each breast looked to be
little more than a handful, rounded, and capped with a dark pink
areola and small nipple that protruded quite clearly.

While the sisters were more medium-framed, Faye was distinctly on the
slender side, though still nicely curved. Her legs were even more
slender than the two sisters', but pleasantly shaped. The panties she
was wearing covered so little of her mons that I couldn't help but
wonder if she took the trouble to keep herself trimmed that closely,
or simply shaved off ALL her pubic hair. When I was done looking her
over, I smiled and told her "Very nice, indeed", making her smile in
return.

Faye opted to take the other chair, and got herself situated, folding
her legs underneath herself. I opened the conversation by asking
Michaela and Michelle "It's obvious that you're identical twins; so
how do I tell you apart?"

The one on my left answered "I'm Michaela; if you look close, you can
see that my nose points a little bit to the right; Michelle's points
the same amount to the left."

Both of them were considerate enough to look at me face-on, patient
while I identified the distinction between them. It took several
seconds, but I finally saw it; once I was sure I could tell them
apart, I thanked each of them by name.

My next question was "What is it that made the three of you think to
invite me in?"

They looked at each other briefly before Faye answered "When we were
in the cab, and you said what you did about those guys we left at the
club -- and then said that it took you a while to figure things out.
Like I said, I told them I thought you were being kind of cool, and we
talked about it a little bit before we decided it could be... fun
finding out if you really had figured things out."

I smiled and told them "I'm not claiming to be some kind of
super-stud, or the worlds best lover. I'm just a bit more mature --
obviously -- and 'grown up'.""

Michaela grinned and answered "No, we didn't figure you were. But we
think you'd be a hell of a lot better than those guys."

That Michaela would say 'we' after Faye had told me that she and her
sister 'weren't really into guys' caused me to ask her "Faye told me
that you and your sister aren't much on being with guys; but you just
said 'we think'. Now I'm a little confused: I had the idea that if
anything happened, it would be between me and Faye. Either way is fine
with me, but would you and your sister be involved with us? Or more
specifically, me?"

It was Michelle that answered the question by telling me "Yeah,
there's a chance that one or both of us would be... involved with you.
Neither one of us is a virgin, and both of us have been with guys more
than just once or twice. It's just that none of the guys ever seemed
to care about making us feel good, too; all they ever wanted to do was
just get themselves off, mostly. We think that we're just better off
with other girls, since they're usually more considerate and patient.
That's even MORE true when we're with each other."

I'm not sure if she was just trying to shock me, or if they were
finding out if I was going to freak out and take off. I could see the
surprise on both twins' faces when I answered "Sure, I can understand
that. I mean, who else would know, if not your twin sister?"

Apparently satisfied that I was accepting of the closeness of their
relationship, Michaela told me "We're not saying that anything would
happen with us -- only that it might."

I simply told her "Whether you do or don't, either way is fine with
me. Just so I don't do anything wrong, though, what are the, uh,
limits?"

She and her sister had one of those silent communication things that
twins are good for before answering "As long as you don't actually try
to fuck us, and don't hurt us, touching and kissing and everything is
fine. If one of us wants you inside, we'll be the one to do it."

I nodded my acceptance before telling them "I don't do that kind of
crap, anyway, so that's not a problem at all."

That seemed to be all the twins needed to hear before turning to each
other for a kiss.

Unsurprisingly, it was gentle and loving -- at first. But as they
continued, it became obvious that their passions and desires were
becoming inflamed. Michaela was the first to raise a hand to her
sisters breast, but Michelle readily responded in kind.

I sat there, captivated, as I watched the two of them gradually expand
their touches to include more and more of each others bodies. I was
feeling no small measure of arousal at the sight they presented me
when I heard Faye whisper to me "It always turns me on so much,
watching them like this. I mean, you can see how much they love each
other, even for sisters."

Michelle and Michaela's arousal was steadily increasing -- but slowly.
It was several minutes before Michelle's hands finally went between
her sisters breasts and unhooked the fastener holding it closed. With
easy access to Michaela's mammary, Michelle slid her hand under the
cup of the bra and began a slow and obviously gentle caressing of the
breast beneath. It wasn't but a minute or so later that Michaela did
the same for and to Michelle.

So focused was I on the twins that I didn't notice Faye get up and
move to stand next to me; the touch of her hand on my shoulder
startled me slightly. Faye didn't seem to notice, however, since her
eyes were locked on the tableau on the bed; it was only when I put my
hand on hers that she turned to look down at me and softly tell me
"If... if you want to take your clothes off, I'd like to... to sit on your
lap so we could, um, make each other feel good."

It took me all of a zillionth of a second to decide that that sounded
like a fine idea. It wasn't but a couple of minutes later that I was
standing naked, my semi-erect cock standing out from my body.

After gently nudging me to sit down again, Faye slid her panties down
her legs and stepped out of them -- revealing that she didn't bother
with trimming her bush to fit the tiny scrap of cloth that made up her
panties: she simply shaved the entire area, leaving her as hairless
and smooth as when she'd been born. At the top of her slit, I could
see the outside of the hood that covered her clitoris; farther down,
the edges of her labia were barely visible. With her so close, I could
see that my hands wouldn't quite cover each of her breasts. It was
also plain that her areolas had begun to pucker and her nipples erect;
and I thought that I could detect the faint aroma of her arousal, as
well.

Once Faye had settled herself onto my lap, I didn't immediately grab
for her tits or crotch: from what they'd said, I knew that one of the
things that these girls didn't like was guys that just started
grabbing at them. So I began by simply putting my hands on her waist,
and slowly caressing her sides; over the course of the next few
minutes, I gradually expanded the range of my touch to include her
thighs, lower belly, and eventually, her breasts. It had been my
experience up to that point that girls as small as Faye tended to be a
bit more muscular and less soft than their larger compatriots -- but
that proved not to be not entirely the case with Faye. Yes, she was a
trifle on the wiry side, and I could definitely feel the strength in
her body; but she was also delightfully soft and smooth on the
outside. All in all, she made a tidy little bundle on my lap; and I
didn't have any trouble reaching all of the 'interesting' bits on her
once things had progressed to that point.

By the time I felt it was okay to start enjoying the access Faye was
granting me to her body, Michelle and Michaela had managed to rid
themselves (or each other, I wasn't entirely sure - I'd been a little
distracted) of their bras. Even as my hands were caressing Faye's
smaller bust, I was looking at the two sets of exceptionally fine
breasts that the twins sported. Little that I know of women's sizes, I
was still able to figure that each of the twins probably wore a C-cup
bra and was content to over-fill it, as previously noted. Their
breasts were full, rounded, and appeared to sag only enough to make it
clear that they were natural. Both sets of nipples were the diameter
of an ordinary pencil, and protruded from areolas that were perhaps a
little larger than a quarter. Light chocolate-brown, I was eagerly
looking forward to an opportunity to get my lips on them.

Until then, however, I was having fun with Faye: with her cute, firm
ass planted on my lap, I was softly 'milking' her breasts and teasing
her nipples while she kept her hands on my forearms. It took a little
while before I had both of her nipples standing fully erect, but I
willingly applied myself toward making it happen.

It was after we'd watched Michaela and Michelle slip each others
panties off that things began to get 'interesting': one of Faye's
hands left my arm to make its way between her thighs so that she could
not only tease herself, but stimulate my growing erection. In short
order, the scent of her was clear in the air, and her fingers shiny
with her oils. We continued like that for several minutes as we
watched the twins efforts expand to include caressing each others
thighs -- and the area between. From where Faye and I sat molesting
each other, I could see that the sisters also had similar growths of
pubic hair: narrow strips of short, dark black that went from a couple
of inches above their pubic bones to quickly taper out past the cleft
of their sex. The angle they were at, we could watch as Michelle's
fingers dipped between the small, thin lips of her sisters womanhood
and teased the exposed nubbin of Michaela's clitoris -- even as
Michaela was obviously doing the same to her.

Faye and I spent the next several minutes getting each other more and
more worked up as we watched Michelle and Michaela. She soon had me
fully erect, and it wasn't much longer until I could feel her oils
being transferred to my cock where it was rubbing against her.

When we saw the two of them move to the center of the bed and lie
down, Faye told me "God, I can't stand it any more!", before lifting
herself up and moving forward slightly as she took my erection in her
hand. Positioning herself over me, she then lowered herself until I
was pressing against her opening. It was then that I discovered that
as a result of her infrequent involvement with guys, she was unusually
small: it took her several tries before the combination of her wetness
and determination allowed her to press down hard enough to let the
head of my penis slip through her opening.

With that much accomplished, she paused for several seconds before
trying to settle herself even further onto me. I did my part to
encourage her by playing with her tits again as I softly kissed and
bit her shoulders and the back of her neck; as much as I wanted to
feel her obviously tight vagina wrapped around my cock, I wasn't about
to do anything that might cause her to get off of me.

It took her quite a few tries, and a LOT of stimulation for me, but
she finally managed to get herself settled onto my lap again with my
manhood almost completely inside her. When she'd done so, she leaned
back against me and said "I don't know if it's been that long since
I've been with a guy, or you're that big -- but you feel huge in me.
Give me a little to get used to it again, okay?"

I simply answered "I'll wait right here", making her smile.

I'm convinced that the only thing that made it possible for her to get
my penis inside her was her ample lubrication -- she was simply that
small inside. I knew that I was pretty close to average in the size
department, so I could only figure that it really had been a long time
since she'd had sex with a guy: she felt to be about three sizes too
small where she was wrapped around me, even though she was MOST
pleasantly hot and wet and stimulating.

Continuing to play with her tits with my hands, I could watch and feel
as she resumed toying with her clitoris. By the time the twins had
rearranged themselves into a classic '69' position, Faye had
apparently stretched enough inside that she felt comfortable to begin
moving on me. It started with small, slow movements at first, but as
the seconds ticked by, she gradually got more and more enthusiastic.
It wasn't all that long before I could feel the amazingly tight ring
of her opening sliding up and down nearly the entire length of me as
we watched Michelle and Michaela teasing and pleasing each other in
front of us.

Still not wanting to mess up a good thing, I was perfectly content to
let her do what she wanted, at whatever speed she was comfortable
with: she felt pretty damn good on me, I was having plenty of fun of
my own gently kissing and biting her while molesting her body, and I
had the added benefit of a very erotic live show to watch.

Even as I judged that the two on the bed were approaching their
orgasms, I felt Faye begin to slow her movements on me. It took me
only a moment to realize that she was reaching the limits of her
youthful energy, and after wrapping my arms around her to get her to
stop, I told her "You're getting tired. Let me do it, now.", She
voiced her agreement, and repositioned herself slightly so that I
would have room to begin thrusting up into her.

I was starting to feel the first stirrings in my balls when we watched
as first Michaela, then a second later, Michelle, tripped into their
climaxes. That seemed to be all Faye needed to trigger her own
release; her body froze in my lap as she began a groan that
intensified in time with the spasms I could feel going through her
body -- and her vagina.

THAT added bit of stimulation quickly raised my own level of arousal
nearly as high as hers; it was when the more powerful waves of her
release had passed and her womanhood began a kind of 'fluttering'
around me that I simply couldn't stand it any longer. With a deep
groan of my own, I pressed myself up into her as far as I could before
the first jet of my cum erupted from the end of my dick.

The sensations she was creating continued as I emptied myself in her
in a release that was a lot more powerful than I'd experienced in
quite some time; it was actually something of a relief when I felt her
vagina settle down again as the last of my cum spurted into her.

When I opened my eyes, I looked over to see that Michelle and Michaela
were both watching us -- with large grins on their faces. I'm pretty
sure it was Michelle that said "That was really something. It looked
like she enjoyed that a lot!"

I felt Faye give a little shudder before she said "I did enjoy it a
lot! More than I thought I would, even; he was real nice about how he
touched me and everything, and as patient as I could have asked for
when I finally wanted him inside me. He even let ME be the one in
control, instead of just trying to fuck me. If he doesn't have things
figured out, he's damn sure close!", Her last sentence drew smiles and
appraising looks toward me from both of the girls on the bed.

Faye's tightness was helping shrink my penis inside her -- despite the
constriction of her opening. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before
I gently nudged her to get her attention so I could let her know "It
isn't going to be much longer before I 'uncork'. It doesn't bother ME
any, but I figured I'd better let you know in case you wanted to do
anything."

Blushing slightly, she answered "I kinda forgot about that part. Um,
yeah, I'll want to clean up a little. Thanks for letting me know."

I just smiled and said "No problem."

As predicted, it wasn't but another couple of minutes before I felt
myself finally slip free of her. She must have felt it, too, because
she quickly moved a hand to use as a block before hurriedly getting up
and heading for the bathroom with a quick "'Scuse me!", in passing.

Michelle and Michaela were both visibly amused, and after we heard the
door close behind Faye, Michaela turned to tell me "If you want to
come over here, I think both of us would like to talk a little, and
get to know you better."

Though starting to get a little sticky from the residue of my time
with Faye, I did as they suggested. After I stood up and moved to
stand next to the bed, I waited to see if they wanted me any
particular place. I wasn't overly surprised when they moved apart to
let me know they wanted me between them. As I moved to do so, both of
them sat up again, so I followed their example by sitting with my back
resting against the headboard of the bed with my legs crossed. They
turned to face me, each of them sitting cross-legged as I was, but
leaning back and supporting themselves with their arms.

We were just getting settled when we heard the door open, followed by
Faye's reappearance. She had an obviously damp washcloth in her hand,
and when she got close enough, she extended it toward me with the
explanation "I thought maybe you'd want to clean up a little, too..."

I accepted it with a "Thank you, I would", and after I'd unconcernedly
wiped myself off, she reached out to take it back again. She headed
back into the bathroom, and we heard as she rinsed it out before she
came out again. Taking a seat between the twins, she duplicated their
position.

The twins looked at each other for a moment before Michelle (I'm
pretty sure) asked me "Okay, after seeing you with Faye, I'm willing
to believe that you've got it figured out; at least, better than most.
How'd you do it? Did anything special happen that helped?"

Then Michaela said "Yeah -- you seem like you've got it together a lot
more than most of the guys we know, even the older ones like you."

I didn't particularly need to be lumped into the category of "older
ones" that way, but understanding what she meant, all I did was to
start telling them how I'd been in college and majoring in Philosophy
when I'd decided to drop out of school.

The telling took a little while, and was followed by the three of them
quizzing me, as if they weren't quite sure whether or not to believe
me. It turned out that Faye had spent her first year at the same
school I'd gone to, and I was able to describe the place well enough
to satisfy her that I really had gone there.

After we'd gotten my bona fides settled, it was Faye that said "The
way you let me get on you and everything was nice, and it was great
getting fucked again. Do you think you could do anything for one of
them?", gesturing to include both of the twins.

"Well, I've had a very good lady friend of mine tell me that I could
make a living at eating pussy, if one of them wanted to give me a
try", I answered.

Both twins looked at me appraisingly; a few seconds later, they looked
at each other for a few moments before Michaela started to move toward
me as Michelle headed for Faye. When she got close enough, Michaela
softly told me "I'd usually figure a guy that said he could eat pussy
was just bullshitting -- but somehow, I don't think you would. And if
you're not, I want to find out just how good you are."

Grinning, I simply told her "Well, I guess I'll just have to give it
my best shot, then, won't I?"

By that time, she was close enough that I could reach out and touch
her, and I did: putting her a little off-balance by taking her hand
and lifting it to my lips to kiss it.

When I had released her hand again, I told her "You said that you
don't like it when guys go too fast, and I told you that I wasn't
going to push things. That's to show you that I really mean it."

That got me a pleased smile from her, and she didn't have any problem
with it when I leaned forward to give her a brief, soft kiss on the
lips. When I pulled my head back, I could see that she was a little
surprised by it. "One of the things I've learned is patience. Just
about everything nice or fun is better if you take the time to ease
into it, and enjoy it while it's happening", I explained. She nodded
her understanding, and I moved to kiss her again; the second kiss was
longer and had the two of us getting a little more involved in it.
When we separated, I could see anticipation and the beginnings of
arousal in her eyes.

It was only when we kissed for the third time that I actually touched
her body -- by putting my hand on her waist and simply holding it
there. Our lips separated only briefly before we started kissing
again; it was only when I felt her passion increase that I finally
started softly caressing her side. That worked to raise her desire a
little higher, and I expanded my reach to include her hip and even
part of her thigh - but no farther. At least, not until I felt her
lips part slightly, and the tip of her tongue come out to graze my
lips.

After opening my mouth in welcome to her tongue, I finally put my
other hand on her and caressed her entire body before slowly bringing
my hands around to cup her breasts.

Our tongues introduced themselves to each other, and then proceeded to
engage in a dance that ranged from my mouth to hers and back again; as
we tried to check each others tonsils out, I softly caressed
Michaela's breasts and gently teased her nipples to erectness.

When our kiss finally ended, I moved to put my arms around her, and
carefully guided her to lie down on her back. Thinking that she knew
what I wanted to do, she opened her legs to make room for me. But I
surprised her again when I moved my body over hers so that I could
lower my head to softly kiss her on the forehead, then each of her
eyes. The next kisses I gave her were to the tip of her nose, and the
corners of her mouth; from there it was on to her throat, a trail of
kisses up to her ear (which got a soft nibbling), and out across her
shoulder. Back across her shoulder to her neck, then around to the
other ear (similarly nibbled) and shoulder. Then it was a zig-zag
pattern across her entire front, starting at her upper chest and
ending when I had one of her hard nipples between my lips. After
softly milking it with my lips for a minute or so, I blazed a trail of
kisses down one breast and up the other, where I gave that ones nipple
the same treatment.

With both of her nipples standing tall and glistening with my saliva,
it was time to move on -- creating an elaborate and convoluted pattern
as I slowly worked my way down her body. On my arrival at her pubis, I
deliberately went around it in favor of applying a series of soft
'bites' with my lips down the inside of one of her thighs, then back
up the inside of the other. By the time I reached the area between
them, I could easily see the cleft of her sex; her thin labia were
parted, and the area between glistening with dewdrops of her woman's
oils.

Lowering my head slightly, I extended my tongue and slowly curled it,
drawing the very tip of it up between her vaginal lips and collecting
a goodly sample of her light, tangy, and delicious nectar. A second
pass of my tongue through her cleft went a little deeper, and ended
only after making a brief, light touch across her exposed clitoris --
something that earned me an aroused moan as she lifted her hips in an
effort to maintain the contact.

Cupping her firm ass cheeks in my hands, I was able to use my thumbs
to gently separate her labia before putting my mouth over her opening
and trying to see how much of my tongue I could fit into her. It
wasn't as much as I'd have hoped, but her moans of pleasure let me
know that she appreciated the attempt. Still holding her open, I next
went about seeing just how excited I could get her -- something that
took a little time, since I went at it slowly, and with great
deliberation.

After a bit, I released my hold on her tight little ass in favor of
filling my hands with her mammaries as I continued my oral assault. I
quickly discovered that her breasts were surprisingly firm for their
size, and that she liked it when I gently pinched and pulled on her
dark nipples.

Even as my hands were keeping themselves occupied above, my lips and
tongue were staying busy farther down. I discovered that it didn't
take much teasing of her clitoris for her to produce an overabundance
of oils, so I had a delightful time alternating between delighting in
the flavor of her and ratcheting up her arousal by tonguing and gently
nibbling her clitoris with my lips. I was actually feeling rather
pleased with myself when her moans were punctuated by unintelligible
muttering as her head tossed back and forth.

As nice as she tasted, I felt a tremendous enjoyment at slowly
bringing her close to an orgasm, then letting her slide back a bit as
I eagerly lapped up her essence -- then starting the cycle all over
again.

I could hear her start to make noises of frustrated arousal, and
finally had mercy on her: carefully bringing her to the edge of
release, I held her there for several seconds before a furious
tongue-lashing of her clitoris all but threw her over the edge and
into the abyss of an orgasm. Even then, I was using my upper lip to
press against her clit in time with the spasms I could feel passing
through her as I tried to fuck her with my tongue again.

She finally collapsed back onto the bed, gasping with the intensity
and duration of the climax I'd helped bring her; when her legs fell
away from my head, I couldn't resist giving her labia one final pass
with my tongue, causing her body to shudder.

When I sat up again, I saw that Michelle and Faye had stopped whatever
they had been involved in in favor of watching Michaela and I -- and I
could see on their faces that both of them were all but stunned at
what they'd just seen her experience. Still, I knew that Michaela
would likely want or even need some support and cuddling after what
she'd been through, and quickly moved to lie next to her and take her
in my arms. Though I could see that she was still in something of a
state of shock, she was still able to put her hands on my arms before
turning her head to look at in something akin to awe.

A couple of minutes went by before I heard Michelle murmur "I've never
seen her orgasm like that from a guy eating her before!"

Moments later, Michaela managed to answer "That's because I haven't!
Whoever told him that he could make a living eating pussy wasn't
bullshitting -- I really think he could! If I thought I could afford
it, I'd pay him to eat me like that all the time -- he's that damn
good. First he actually bothered to find out what felt good for ME,
and then he kept doing it. On top of that, the son of a bitch kept
teasing me, too, and not letting me cum. I was about ready to start
BEGGING him when he finally finished me off!"

Faye and Michelle were both looking at me in wonder when I told them
"What can I say? I like doing it, and she SAID she wanted to find out
how good I am. So I showed her."

I head Michaela say "If you're that damn good with your tongue, I've
gotta wonder what you can do with your dick!", followed by a short
laugh.

"I said I wasn't going to push it, and I won't -- but if you want to
find out, I'm sure willing", I answered.

Her response was to turn her head and look at me appraisingly for
several seconds before saying "You know, I think I might like that..."

Several seconds quietly ticked by before Michelle quietly declared "If
you can get her to climax like that and then be willing to fuck you, I
have GOT to try that tongue of yours, too!"

"Again, I'm perfectly willing", I told her, followed with "But what
about Faye, then?"

Faye didn't hesitate to tell us "I've already had you, and after
seeing what you did to Michaela, I don't have any problem believing
what you said. Honest, I'm almost as happy watching as I am
participating. Besides, you'll only be using half of each of them,
mostly, so that leaves plenty left over for me!"

Figuring that it was her decision to make for her own reasons, I
accepted her at her word and turned to look at Michelle again to see
what she wanted to do.

Several seconds went by before Michelle finally started moving toward
me; when she did, I felt Michaela start to get up as she told her
sister "You'll want to start with kissing him -- he's real good at
that, too!", chuckling briefly.

I followed Michaela by moving to a sitting position; as she and
Michelle moved past each other, they shared a brief kiss before each
gave one of the others nipples a little tweak.

When Michelle turned her attention to me, I simply waited until I had
her full attention before saying "I'll tell you what I told your
sister: something I've learned is that patience makes the fun and
happy things in life more pleasurable because it lets you sort of ease
into them, and enjoy them while they're happening. I think I've shown
you that you don't have to worry about where we go -- that you can just
enjoy the getting there."

Smiling at me, she nodded her understanding; when I saw her start to
lean forward, I readily did the same so that the two of us could start
with a brief, chaste kiss. When we'd pulled back from each other
slightly, I reached out to put my hand on her arm and slowly caress
it; my touch was light and gentle, and I saw her eyes close so that
she could focus on the sensation of my hand caressing her skin. When
she opened them again, we looked deeply into each others eyes and I
knew that she was starting to accept my advice.

I moved my head forward to kiss her again, and as our lips touched, I
reached out so that I had both of my hands on her arms. As our kiss
lengthened, I gradually moved to put my arms around her and softly
stroke her back from her shoulders to just above her cute ass.

My touch only seemed to increase her desire, and it wasn't long before
I felt her lips part so that she could briefly touch my lips with her
tongue. Accepting her invitation, I sent my own tongue out to say
hello to hers, belatedly realizing that she could doubtless taste her
sister -- then quickly remembering that she likely wouldn't mind.

With our tongues dueling in each others mouths, I wasn't hesitant to
move my caresses from her back to her sides and then to her front.
Before long, I had her large, warm, and surprisingly firm breasts
cupped in my hands as I slowly ran my thumbs over her nipples. She
softly moaned into my mouth as I felt the dark peaks of each of her
breasts pucker, and her nipples erect under my touch. She raised her
arms and began touching my body in return; my back, shoulders, and
chest were all subjected to a gentle exploration by her fingertips.
Though not a body-builder, I still managed to get enough exercise that
I knew I was in good enough shape that I didn't worry that she
wouldn't like what she found.

When our kiss ended, she willingly let me guide her to lean back a
little bit so that I could start kissing her face -- then neck and
throat, then shoulders. Along the way, I made little 'side trips' to
include her ears, where I softly sucked and nibbled her earlobes. By
the time I started easing my way down toward her breasts, she had
developed a slight blush and was panting softly.

On reaching the valley between her breasts, the only question in my
mind was which one to start with; after flipping a mental coin, I
opted to direct my lips toward the right one and made sure to cover it
with a random mosaic of little 'bites' with my lips before taking her
erect nipple into my mouth. Once I'd brought it to full hardness, I
kissed a circuitous path to the other. It received much the same
treatment as the first before I started toggling from one erect nipple
to the other and back again, gently biting and sucking on them, and
'milking' them with my lips. Michelle's response to all of that was to
put her hands in my hair and softly moan her pleasure and arousal.

The peaks of both of her breasts were puckered and glistening with my
saliva when she moved her hands from my head to my chest, applying
only a slight pressure as she told me "You're way better than just
'real good' at kissing -- and that just makes me want your head between
my legs even more!"

Hearing a soft laugh from where Michaela and Faye were, both of us
turned to look at them; each had a hand between the others thighs, but
it was clear that most of their attention had been on us. Seeing us
looking at them, Michaela told her sister "I'm glad you're finally
ready for him, 'cause I sure am!", with a grin.

Reminded of what Michaela wanted (yes, I'd been distracted again -- so
shoot me!), it took me only a moment to decide how best to proceed.

Easing myself down to lie on my back, I pointedly looked at my penis,
then at Michaela before asking her "Think you want to get me ready?".

Michaela and I both laughed when Faye said "If she doesn't, I sure as
hell will!"

Next, I looked into Michelle's face and asked "Would you like a
mustache ride, little girl?" -- prompting all three of them to laugh
before she told me "I think I'd like that a lot!"

It wasn't but a few seconds before she'd moved to straddle my head,
her back toward where Michaela had positioned herself over my pelvis.

Putting my hands on the warm, firm globes of her ass, I held Michelle
over me for a few seconds so that I could try and memorize the sight
of her. Having already gotten the same view of her sister, I pretty
much knew what I'd see; it was only the differences that made her
unique from her sister that I wanted to learn.

Seeming to understand, she waited patiently until I moved my hands to
her hips and guided her down so that the area between her thighs was
just above me: with almost no effort, I could bury my nose in the dark
cloud of her pubis before extending my tongue and penetrating her
cleft -- and getting a full taste of her in the process. Using just the
tip of my tongue, I was able to toy with the tight ring of her opening
and earning myself a deep moan of arousal in response.

That moan from Michelle seemed to inspire Michaela to greater efforts
at arousing me by just using her lips and tongue. Though her efforts
were somewhat limited due to her interest being primarily in other
girls, I had absolutely no cause to complain about insufficient
enthusiasm, or lack of oral talents. It was when I heard (and felt!)
as she started making noises of pleasure and arousal that I realized
that Faye was likely doing her part by getting Michaela ready to take
me. The thought of Faye muff-diving Michaela, who was industriously
using her mouth to bring me fully erect, while I had my head between
Michelle's smooth thighs certainly contributed to getting me ready for
Michaela to mount herself on me.

Still, I didn't lose sight of what my job was, and I didn't neglect to
give Michelle's womanhood the attention it deserved.

I honestly don't know if Michelle had already been as aroused as she
was, or if what I was doing to her pleased her that much. Whichever it
was, I was greatly surprised when it took only a couple of minutes of
my tongue collecting her oils and teasing her clitoris before she had
an orgasm. It wasn't as powerful as the one her sister had had with
me, but there couldn't be any doubt about what it was, either: as
several strong spasms passed through her body, and with each one a
goodly portion of her essence was pushed out of her vagina for me to
happily lick up.

When her climax was mostly finished, Michelle reached to get a hold on
the headboard of the bed to help steady herself; that left the way
clear for me to reach up and take her breasts in my hands again. I
began by using only the lightest touch of my fingertips to try and
memorize the feel of her mammaries, much as a blind person would.
After satisfying myself that I'd never forget the sensations my
fingertips had enjoyed, it was on to make firmer -- but still gentle --
contact: squeezing her mounds, running my thumbs over her areolas, and
taking her nipples between two fingers and softly pulling on them.
Between the way I was touching her and the gradual approach I was
taking at moving her toward another orgasm with my mouth, it wasn't
long before I could hear her soft moans and panting again.

I was trying to see if I could touch the tip of my tongue to
Michelle's ovaries when I felt Michaela release my erect penis from
between her lips; a few moments later, she had moved so that she was
straddling my hips. When she was satisfied with her position, she
reached down to take me in her hand and angle my penis up so that she
could slide the head back and forth between her vaginal lips a couple
of times to wet it with the abundant lubrication she was producing
before setting the end of it against her opening.

With both of us ready, I could feel her start pressing herself down
against me -- but from my perspective, it felt like the entrance to her
vagina was about 3 sizes too small; I genuinely had my doubts that
she'd be able to get me inside.

As I continued my oral assault on Michelle, Michaela was doing her
best to impale herself on my manhood: several times, I felt her try to
all but force herself onto my cock without success. I was starting to
think that I was going to have to say something to her, or even tell
her to forget the whole idea, when I heard Faye tell her "Here... Let me
open you up some with my fingers..."

A couple of seconds later, Michaela lifted herself off me a little
bit, and what could only have been Faye's hand got between us. I could
tell that Faye was carefully working a couple of her fingers into
Michaela's channel, and felt relief that Michaela wasn't going to hurt
herself (or me!) trying to get laid. Several minutes went by as I
ratcheted up Michelle's arousal -- quite a bit, judging from the way
she was groaning and pressing her pelvis down toward me.

Finally, Faye and Michaela seemed to decide that enough assistance had
been rendered: the hand left Michaela's crotch, and was replaced by
Michaela taking hold of my erection again. She lowered herself and
re-wetted the head of my cock with her oils before settling herself
against me again; a few moments later, she started to press herself
down against my cock. I could tell that her opening was a little
larger, and thought that she might actually be able to get me inside.
It still took her a few tries, but I finally felt the head of my dick
pop through the incredibly tight ring of her entrance. When it did,
she immediately released a small cry and froze over me.

Being held in place by identical twin brunettes, there wasn't a whole
lot I could do; and with the lower half of my face covered by
Michelle's pubic area, there wasn't a whole lot I could effectively
say, either. I could only hope that Michaela hadn't done something to
hurt herself as I waited to see what she was going to do.

That question was resolved a minute or so later when she again started
pressing herself down onto me.

Over the course of the next several minutes, Michaela somehow managed
to get more and more of my erect penis into her hot, wet, and
still-too-small vagina. Looking back on it, I'm amazed that she
managed it -- she felt that tight around me while it was happening. But
there finally came the time when I felt the end of myself firmly
pressed against the deepest part of her as the incredibly tight ring
of her entrance was clenched around the base of my cock.

I wasn't surprised in the slightest when, after getting herself
settled onto me, she simply held herself still on me for several
minutes: if what I was doing to her was the reverse of what she was
doing to me, she needed the time to get used to having me inside her --
I sure as hell needed it adjust to BEING there!

To distract myself from the almost painful feeling of having
Michaela's vagina trying to squeeze all the blood out of my cock, I
applied myself to doing what I could to further raising Michelle's
arousal. I could only hope that Faye was performing a similar service
for Michaela.

It didn't take long for me to devote all my attention and efforts on
doing pretty much anything I could think of to ease Michelle along:
fluttering my tongue across her clitoris, putting my mouth across her
opening and trying to suck her juices out, gently nibbling on her
labia with my lips, and lapping at her like she was a new flavor of
ice cream cone. I'd increase her arousal a bit, then let her slip back
almost completely by doing something else, then go to work on her
again. She was moaning almost constantly, and moving her pelvis around
as she tried to get me to settle down and focus on just one spot when
Michaela started moving herself on me again.

It started with a few tentative movements: slightly raising herself
and settling down onto me again, moving her hips in a small circle so
that the pressure I was obviously applying to her vagina shifted
around, and experimentally clenching herself around me. Her efforts
were small and hesitant at first; but as her comfort with my presence
in her increased, so did her efforts.

It wasn't long before she was slowly sliding herself up and down
nearly half of my erection, her movements made possible not only by
her copious lubrication but her own adjustment to my size.

A few minutes more, and she was taking nearly my entire length in
slow, steady motions; a little longer, and she'd gotten comfortable
enough to increase the tempo of her activity a bit.

Michaela was almost painfully tight around me at first, and that
worked wonders on keeping me from wanting to climax again -- which left
me free to devote my attentions to her twin. I was free to enjoy the
dual pleasures of having a hot, wet pussy sliding up and down my cock
while being involved in my second favorite sexual activity.

As I continued to sample the delights to be found between Michelle's
thighs, Michaela gradually got used to being filled with my erect
penis; from the assorted noises I heard and the way the bed moved as
she shifted around, I don't doubt that Michaela received no small
assistance from Faye. As the other two were keeping themselves
occupied, I brought Michelle to one climax, and was happily easing her
along to a second when I realized that Michaela's movements on my
penis were slowing down. It didn't take me but a moment to realize
that she was likely getting tired, and after a couple of gentle
nudges, got Michelle to lift herself off of me long enough for me to
tell her "I think your sister's getting tired."

She turned her head, and saw that I was right before looking down at
me to answer "Yeah. It sure looks like she's enjoying it, and I want
her to feel good, but I don't want you to stop doing me, either!"

I considered that for a few moments before saying "If she just want to
hold still, I can kind of take over -- and if you'll turn around, I'd
bet you could help her, too."

It took her only a moment to understand what I was getting at, and she
gave me a mildly lecherous grin before moving off of me. I was able to
reach out and take hold of Michaela's hips and get her to hold still
while I told her "I can tell you're getting tired. We don't have to
stop" -- "Good!", she declared -- "but we need to change things a little
so I don't have to leave Michelle out."

Faye heard me, too, and nodded her agreement; I could tell that she
was a little disappointed that she wasn't able to participate more
than she had.

Panting slightly, Michaela asked "Changed how?"

"You can just stay there, and I'll move up into you", I answered.

Michelle spoke up then, saying "I'm going to turn around so that he
can keep going with me, and then we can keep going."

Michaela and Faye both voiced their understanding and agreement, and
it wasn't but a few seconds before Michelle was again getting herself
positioned over my head, but facing her sister.

When Michelle had lowered herself again, I reached out to take her
breasts in my hand -- only to find that one of the other two had
already beaten me to it. Instead of filling my hands with Michelle's
mammaries, I opted to caress my way down her back until I could hold
her delightfully smooth and firm ass in my hands as I raised my head
between her thighs again. Extending my tongue, I toyed with her
clitoris for a few moments before using it to lap up the nectar that
had collected between her labia while we'd been getting ourselves
rearranged.

Down by my penis, I felt a hand -- whose, I don't know -- touch where I
was still embedded in Michaela; that was the cue for me to start
moving myself in her. I started slowly so that I could make sure that
I was able to do a proper job of tending to both of the twins. I'll
admit that it was something of a challenge dividing my attention that
way, but if I couldn't get both of them off it wasn't going to be from
lack of trying.

It took several minutes, but I finally did manage to get the two of
them going again with able and enthusiastic assistance from whoever
was using her hand to stimulate Michaela's clit while I was steadily
pistoning up into her. With my ears no longer covered by Michelle's
thighs, I could hear all three of them softly panting and making
various pleased noises about what was happening to them. It was only
later that I learned that while I was busy with the twins, Faye had
each of her hands filled with one of each of the twins breasts while
Michaela had her hands busy at Faye's crotch and her sisters other
breast. It was Michelle's hand teasing Michaela's clitoris while the
other was occupied with the breast that Faye wasn't busy with.

What with not being able to dedicate myself to pleasuring just ONE of
them, it took that much longer for what I was trying to do to have the
desired effect. But that it was working was fairly obvious: as the
seconds and minutes ticked by, the sounds of arousal and pleasure I
could hear became more and more frequent, and impassioned.

I was surprised when I felt the weight on the bed shifting, followed
by Michelle leaning forward and to the side a bit, so that the upper
part of her body was next to my hips, instead of being over me. A few
moments later, her hand disappeared, only to be replaced by what I had
to figure was Faye's face: the breasts pressing against me were simply
too small to be Michelle's. It took me a few seconds to figure out
what had happened: they'd moved around so that Faye could make a more
direct contribution to the pleasure Michaela and I were giving each
other; she'd also moved so that Michelle could lean forward enough to
tend to HER needs and desires, as well. That left us with my face in
Michelle's crotch, Michelle's head between Faye's thighs, and Faye
using her tongue on Michaela's clit while I was thrusting my hard cock
into Michaela's oh-so-wet and incredibly tight pussy.

That arrangement seemed to be something that all of us found
satisfactory -- it wasn't much longer before I felt Faye's head
separate from Michaela's pelvis, followed by her cry of pleasure as
she slid into an orgasm.

With Faye out of the loop (so to speak), I felt Michelle lift herself
up again, followed by feeling her and her sister both lean forward. I
slid my hands from Michelle's lovely ass, up her back, and around to
her breasts -- not surprised in the slightest when I found them already
partially covered by what could only have been Michaela's hands. There
was enough room, though, that both of us were able to have fun. That
was even more true when we figured out how to work together to please
Michelle: while one of us would be gently pulling and pinching her
nipples, the other would be softly squeezing or caressing her breasts.
Teamed up that way, we were effectively doubling the pleasure Michelle
was getting by being able to do two things to her at the same time.

Coupled with what I was doing between her thighs, it didn't take us
long to get Michelle close to having another climax. Wanting to give
Michelle as good as I had for Michaela, I pulled my hands back to the
firm globes of Michelle's ass and spent the next little while to
bringing her to the very edge of release and letting her slide back
again, then repeating the process. I was getting her close for a third
time when I heard Michelle release a sound that was a strange mixture
of a moan of intense arousal and frustrated whimper. Realizing that
she was as ready as I could want, the rest of my efforts were both
slower and gentler, teasing her closer and closer. I managed to hold
her at the very brink of release for several seconds before taking her
clitoris between my lips and softly fluttering my tongue across it
while I held myself still in Michaela.

The response to my efforts was much greater than I could have
anticipated: with a grunt that choked off an incipient scream,
Michelle tried to slam her thighs together before her body seized up
and became absolutely motionless over me. She stayed like that for
several seconds, then collapsed on top of me and drew a deep, gasping
breath before her body seized up again. She came out of it just a
couple of seconds later, and somehow managed to keep breathing despite
the several obviously powerful spasms I felt her experience.

Peering over the mounds of Michelle's ass, I could see as Michaela
stared at her sister for several seconds before looking at me. With
awe in her voice, she told me "I know she can have some really strong
orgasms, but I have never, ever, seen her cum that hard! What did you
do to her?!"

"Pretty much what I did to you, only more of it. I don't think it was
just me, though. It was probably what all of us were doing that did
it."

Michaela looked like she didn't entirely believe me, but I wasn't
worried about that. What DID have my interest was what the hell I was
going to do about Michelle -- who was doing a damn fine job of holding
me down so that I couldn't pick up where I'd left off with Michaela.

That Michaela hadn't lost track of where she was, and why she was
there, was evidenced by the fact that after starting to move to help
her sister, she realized that she was still impaled on my erection. I
could see by the expression on her face that THAT little fact had her
in something of a quandary: she could either help her sister or get
off my dick -- but not both. After only a few seconds of indecision,
she seemed to conclude that Michelle wasn't in any actual danger, and
elected to stay where she was -- and that since I couldn't move, SHE
would.

Michaela had started sliding herself up and down my manhood again
while I tried to figure out what to do about her twin. It didn't seem
polite or appropriate to simply roll her off of me, but the way she
was laying on me didn't leave me with a lot of choice in the matter.

I'd just decided that there was nothing for me to do but what needed
doing when Faye came to the rescue.

Sitting up from where she'd been recovering from the orgasm she'd had,
she leaned over so that she could see my face and asked me "Um... you
and Michaela... you're not done yet, are you?"

"Well, no, not yet."

"Then if you can help me move Michelle, you two can maybe finish while
I take care of her, okay?"

"That would be great, Faye. Thank you", I answered, before Michaela
added "Yeah, thanks, Faye. God, I was getting SO close!"

With me providing the motive power, and Faye and Michaela the control,
the three of us managed to get Michelle rolled off of me, and even
moved over a little so that Michaela and I had a bit of space.

With nothing blocking the way, I was able to look directly at Michaela
as she was moving herself on me again. Putting my hands on her waist,
I got her attention again and told her "There's nothing to keep me
from being the active one, now -- the only question is if you want to
stay where you are, or if you'd be comfortable with me on top."

She considered it for a few moments before answering "After everything
else that's happened tonight, you've shown me that I can trust you not
to just start fucking me like most guys would. Yeah, I'd be okay with
you on top."

Having said that, she started to move off of me, but I quickly told
her "We don't have to actually separate to get switched around. Just
follow my lead, okay?"

Visibly pleased that she could keep me inside, Michaela didn't
hesitate to nod her agreement. It was only a few seconds before we'd
gotten ourselves rolled over away from where Faye and Michelle were,
and repositioned with me between her parted thighs. We even managed to
keep most of my dick in her in the process, which plainly delighted
her.

With the two of us ready to continue, I paused long enough to look
down and tell her "Thank you for trusting me."

The smile she gave me quickly disappeared when I slowly eased my hips
back, sliding my erect penis almost all the way out of her before
pressing it back in again, accompanied by her soft moan of pleasure.

Carefully and slowly, so that I didn't violate the trust she was
giving me, I increased the speed and force of my movements in her --
always making sure that I wasn't doing anything that hurt or bothered
her. My consideration was rewarded by her increasing willingness to
participate in our lovemaking: lifting her hips in welcome to my
thrusts, opening herself to me so that I could enter her even farther,
and so on. It wasn't long before I was in a steady rhythm of pistoning
myself into her as deeply as I could, with enough force that each
meeting of our loins applied an extra bit of pressure to her clitoris
that increased her pleasure and excitement.

The sight of her breasts swaying in reaction to my thrusts was
delightful to witness, and I simply had to lower my head and try to
capture one of her nipples with my mouth. I finally succeeded, and
happily sucked on it, milked it with my lips, and softly bit the
areola it extended from; the response I got encouraged me to do much
the same with its mate, and it wasn't long before Michaela's hands
were in my hair, letting me know that she found my efforts at least
agreeable.

Still, it had been some time since I'd gotten off with Faye, and the
pleasure of moving in Michaela was having its effect on me -- she was
simply to wet and hot and tight inside for me to be able to put off my
release for as long as I might have liked.

Things had progressed to the point that Michaela had locked her ankles
behind me and was digging her fingernails into my back as she got
closer and closer to her climax. The only sounds I could hear were her
pants and moans and the liquid slapping noise that resulted each time
our loins met; I was starting to think that I was going to disappoint
her by filling her with my cum when she suddenly cried out and froze
under me with the start of her climax.

The feeling of her vagina clenching around me as I continued to thrust
into her was enough to trigger my own release. Pressing myself into
her, I could feel the end of my cock touching the deepest part of her
as the first hot jet of my semen erupted into her. That first spray of
my cum was quickly followed by another, and another; each one feeling
nearly as powerful as the first because of the sensation of her hot
wetness spasming around me: the power of her climax was making mine
even stronger in response.

Both of us finished at roughly the same time, but when I looked down
at her, I could see that Michaela had been affected by our pleasure
much more than I had. I didn't hesitate to lower myself to rest on my
knees and elbows, holding myself over her as I softly kissed her face
and shoulders. After a bit, she opened her eyes to look up at me, but
it was another couple of seconds before she seemed to recognize me.
When she did, though, the happiness and pleasure she felt were clear.

I'd lowered my head and given her a soft kiss on the lips when she
wrapped her arms around me and gave me a fierce hug before showering
my face with a number of small, soft kisses.

I was reminded that we had 'company' when I heard Michelle say "I
think we can safely say that she liked doing that with him, too."

Michaela seemed as surprised as I'd felt on hearing Michelle, and told
her sister "OH, yeah, I liked it! There isn't a doubt in my mind that
he's got things figured out, all right!"

After responding to her sisters comment, Michaela started to move
under me -- only to realize that I was still semi-erect inside her.
Looking up at me in a mixture of surprise and happiness, she asked "I
felt you cum, so why are you still holding yourself over me? Why
didn't you pull out yet?"

I gave her a little kiss on the tip of her nose and answered "First, I
figured you'd like for me to stick around for a while afterwards.
Second, it feels real nice to stay inside you like this. Finally, I
like holding you this way. You want me to move?"

"God, no! You figured right -- I DO want you to stick around for a
while; I'm just not used to guys thinking of it. It feels real nice to
me having you inside me, and I like you holding me like this, too."

I turned to look over to where the others were sitting, and told
Michelle "I'm glad to see you're back among the living", teasing her a
bit.

Giving me something of a baleful look, she answered "Yeah, I'm still
living -- though I don't know how or why after what YOU did to me!"

"What, you didn't like it?"

"Oh, I liked it all right. At least, up to the point where you started
teasing me, and then when you got me SO damn close and just kept me
there until you did that little bit with your tongue and made the
world cave in on me!"

Beneath me, I heard Michaela laugh briefly before telling her sister
"I told you he wasn't bullshitting about knowing how to eat pussy, and
you saw what he did to me... what did you THINK he was going to do to
you?"

A little chagrined, Michelle answered "Not as much as he did, that's
for damn sure!"

Apologetically, I told Michelle "I'm sorry if I got a little carried
away; I just wanted to make it special for you."

Surprised, she replied "No, there's nothing for you to apologize for --
honestly. I figured tonight would be something special after we
invited you in here; I just didn't expect anything quite THAT special,
is all. It's not your fault that you gave me a hell of a lot more than
I expected, and I wouldn't have missed that for the world. For the
life of me, though, I just CAN'T understand why all you have at home
is a cat -- I'd think you'd have to be chasing women off with a
stick!", drawing laughs from Faye and Michaela.

Sadly, it was Michaela's laughter that finally caused us to separate;
when I turned to look down at her, I could see the surprise she felt
at the sudden draft, and the mild embarrassment she was experiencing
as my cum started to leak out of her. Responding to the expression on
her face, I readily moved off of her so that she could cup her mons
with her hand as she quickly scrambled off of the bed and headed for
the bathroom.

She reappeared a couple of minutes later, blushing slightly as she
told us "Um, I kinda forgot about that part..."

Following her example, I moved off the bed and headed for the bathroom
to clean myself off in the hope that Michelle might want to have a go
with me, too. When I was done, I left the bathroom to find that all
three of them were in something of a huddle, whispering among
themselves. With my reappearance, all of them sat up straight again;
the guilty looks I got told me that I'd likely been the subject of
their discussion.

As I moved toward the bed, it was Michelle that said "If... if you're
not too... tired, we'd like to stay for a while more. We were kind of,
uh, talking, and we decided that we could learn a few things from you.
Besides sex stuff, I mean..."

I raised an eyebrow in question, and Faye told me "We figure that
you've got your sh- stuff together a WHOLE lot more than we thought at
first, and that you're actually a pretty good person, so we were
hoping that maybe you'd be okay with us just, you know, talking for a
little while. And if you, uh, feel like it, we could even do some
other stuff."

Despite the amusement I felt at hearing them, I managed to keep a
straight face as I answered "Sure, we can do that. What did you want
to talk about?"

They waited until I got myself situated on the bed before Michaela
hesitantly suggested that they'd like to hear what I had to think
about boys and girls and relationships.

That got us started on a conversation that lasted for over an hour and
a half; along the way, each of the twins decided that they wanted to
sit next to where I was leaning back against the headboard; from
there, it wasn't much longer before each was leaning against my side.
Faye seemed perfectly content to sit either cross-legged in front of
me, or, later, straddling my lap.

There was a brief respite when I went out to get us some sodas and
munchies from a nearby convenience store; when we'd finished those,
Michelle let me know that she'd decided she wanted to try making love
with me; Faye and Michaela kept each other occupied while we were
occupied. Michelle had the same problem getting me inside that her
sister did, but asked for MY help instead of Faye's. Once we got
started, Michelle proved to be as willing and eager as her sister had,
with pretty much the same results.

My time with the three of them ended much as it had started: with the
twins pleasuring each other while Faye and I watched. The exception
was that rather thank Faye mounting herself on me when she got
excited, she positioned herself over my head -- after receiving my
promise not to do to her what I'd done to the others.

When I finally declared that I really, truly did have to get home so I
could feed my cat and get at least SOME rest before work the next day,
all three of them happily kissed me goodnight, and expressed how glad
they were that I'd been the one to rescue them.

I never saw any of them again, but I'll always remember them -- and
particularly the twins! -- with fondness and gratitude.


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