Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 23:16:13 -0700
From: J. Ocean <jocean@slip.net>
Subject: 17th summer 18

My Seventeenth Summer, Part 18

by J. Ocean


Then, just as quickly, she was back, leaning in the doorway again. Now her
top was back on, for some reason -- but she was naked from the waist down.
In one hand she held a peach which she now raised to her mouth and bit
into, gazing into my eyes as she chewed and swallowed.

A shaft of sunlight was falling directly on her tantalizing golden pubic
curls; my eyes locked onto them and stayed locked as Miranda strode toward
me. She brought the peach to my lips and I bit, tasting the juicy ripeness,
savoring the perfect texture of the fruit. Miranda took another bite, then
gave me one, and so on until the peach was gone; then she leaned over me
and kissed me full and hard on the lips. Our tongues met and probed; she
tasted of pot and peaches, but strangely also vaguely of pussy. It was a
delicious combination and I opened my mouth wider to taste as much of her
as possible.

Breathing hard, her passion building, Miranda stripped off her tank top
and lowered one taut nipple into my waiting mouth. I stretched my jaw to
encompass as much of her breast as I could, the sweet taste of her
girl-flesh mingling in my mouth with the remnants of peach. I sucked
urgently, teasing the nipple with my tongue; there was an audible pop as
she pulled the breast out from between my lips and replaced it with the
other one. I could have spent all day with those tits in my mouth,
comparing and contrasting their taste and texture with that of the peach;
but Miranda had other ideas.

She walked around in front of me and wasted no time in unbuttoning my
shorts and pulling them off, not even bothering to remove my sneakers,
which she had to work the shorts around. I was still laying on the barber's
chair at about a 30-degree angle, and Miranda sprawled out on top of me and
pulled my tank top up to get at my tits. She softly bit one engorged
nipple, causing my whole body to stiffen and my ass to lift up off the
chair. Miranda's naked body was between my legs and I wrapped them around
her, feeling my pussy rub against her side through my panties. She feasted
greedily on my breasts and I held her against me, running my fingers
through her blond locks and sucking in big gulps of air.

Miranda kissed her way down my chest and stomach, kissed the exposed flesh
above and below my panties, kissed my inner thighs, then planted a big kiss
on the thin material that covered my crotch. I started to push my panties
down my legs and she quickly joined in, pulling them off and flinging them
across the room.

Now she lifted one of my legs until my knee was against my chest and,
showing an impressive athleticism, straddled me so that our cunts were
pressed together. Amazingly enough, with all the sex I'd had in the last
year, I'd never done this before. I'd seen women do it in movies but never
experienced it myself. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before; not
directly stimulating to any one area, but more of an all-over sensation, a
sweet and silky friction. It was like there was this one spot of wet heat
to which we were both attached. Miranda ground her pussy against me and I
responded, looking into her soulful blue eyes. A very weird thought popped
into my head: I was fucking myself. It was a strange feeling but not a bad
one; it occurred to me that there was nothing to worry about, that since I
liked myself and knew what I wanted, where was the harm in it?

Miranda untangled herself from me and knelt on the floor, poising herself
between my legs. I looked down at my own cunt, shiny and open; then at
beautiful Miranda, her big eyes and soft skin and velvety lips; then I
scanned the room and saw us both repeated many times from many angles in
the many mirrors. We were both flushed, breathless, looking eager and a
little vulnerable.

I closed my eyes and drifted away as Miranda's mouth touched my pussy
lips; she licked from bottom to top then pushed her tongue inside me,
quickly finding all my favorite places. My body seemed to dissolve into
little waves of joy; I was nowhere and everywhere, nothing andeverything.

When I opened my eyes again, things felt different, charged. Miranda was
still nestled between my legs, her nose pressed into my bush as she sucked
on my clit. In the mirror  directly across from me I saw her round ass in
the air and her blond hair strewn across my thighs. But then in the
doorway, there was a figure -- a three-dimensional figure, not a
reflection. It was a familiar figure. It was...Miranda. Spectacularly
naked, stroking herself as she watched.

I blinked my eyes hard once, twice, three times; she was still there. She
grinned at me as she saw me see her. I looked down between my legs; she was
still there too. I thought, what the...?

Then it hit me:

Twins.

Of course. It made perfect sense: They'd been switching off the whole time
and I'd been totally oblivious. They'd probably been fooling around in
another room in between, and that's why the peach girl had pussy on her
breath. I looked at the twin in the doorway, who now walked over beside me,
knelt down, and jabbed her tongue into my ear. She whispered:

"I see you've met my sister Melinda."

I pulled her to me and kissed her, suddenly incredibly, incredibly turned
on by the idea of making love to these two girls who looked so much like
each other -- and so much like me. I watched in the mirror to my right as
Miranda (if it was Miranda) licked her way down my body, and when I looked
back to the mirror in front of me, two blond heads were bobbing between my
legs.

That was enough to send me off into a long, careening orgasm that had me
gripping the arms of the chair for support. But Miranda and Melinda kept
after me, two wet mouths on my thighs and crotch, two tongues probing into
my depths, two sets of teeth nibbling at my clit. I screamed with total
abandon as I came again.

Then there was only one mouth; I leaned forward to see that one sister was
still licking me while the other had slid underneath, her back on the floor
and her face buried in her twin's sex. That sent me off like a rocket into
a series of overlapping, reverberating orgasms...and then I blacked out.

When I returned to my senses, it was quiet. The sun was still warm and
comforting on my skin, but starting to give way to dusk. I looked around
for Melinda and Miranda; one was reclining in the chair at my right, calmly
smoking, and the other was on the floor, head lolling in her sister's lap.
I had no idea which was which, and I don't suppose it mattered much.

I looked at myself in the mirror; my tank top was all disheveled, pulled
up over my tits; my lipstick was smeared; but my hair looked great. The
twins had given me the same haircut they had; now we looked like triplets.

"You look great," said the blonde in the chair.

"So do you," I answered. They made quite a picture there: two versions of
the same hot woman all curled together. I was overcome with curiosity. "I'm
not sure how to ask this," I said. "How long have you two been...."

They looked at each other and the one on the floor answered. "Ever since
we discovered sex. We do everything together, so when we started
masturbating, it was natural for us to do it together. Everything else is
just an extension of that."

"If you could go down on yourself, wouldn't you do it?" asked the other
sister.

I thought about it. "It's like your imagination became another person for
you to play with."

The girl on the floor stood up, smiling. "That's a good one," she said. "I
never thought of it that way before." She leaned toward her twin, who
parted her lips to suck one nipple into her mouth. "Watch this," she said.

With the agility of a monkey, she leapt up onto one arm of the chair, spun
around, and nimbly rolled into 69 position so that her ass was in the air
and her head was dangling between her sister's thighs.

I stood up to join them. But then the clock caught my eye. It was 8:00,
and Madeleine was supposed to call me at home at 8:30. That gave me just
enough time to get back. I hated to pass up this frolic, but I knew what my
decision had to be. "Sorry," I said as I huntedaround the room for my
panties and shorts, "but I really have to go. Thanks for everything."

Dressing quickly, I took a step toward the doorway, then turned back for a
last look. The twin underneath looked up at me, her blue eyes sizzling with
passion, her sister's pink hole just inches from her face. "Are you sure
you can't stay?" The smell of pussy was strong in the room; sexy slurping
sounds were audible; it was very tempting.

"I really can't."

"Too bad," issued a voice from the mass of soft skin and blond hair.
"Well, come back any time."

I turned around, making sure not to look back, and made haste for the door.